What good is a monk?
This morning I miss Father James, gone now coming four years. I visited three times a year for seven years—that’s 21 cups of tea, give or take. Not a long...
Category: Christianity
Adam and Eve—a new telling—flesh of our flesh
The earliest stories I remember hearing were in Sunday School, read from the first book of the Old Testament. The language sounded odd, elevated; and what our b...
Blessed are they that mourn
I speak to Jason who panhandles on the sidewalk in front of Tim Hortons. He tells me his body is in pain but later he will have enough to buy street morphine an...
Welcoming the defeat of Christianity
Scan the globe. Violence rules, its forms are legion. There may yet be hope, but it is only in universal reconciliation, which, if you’re of a realist ben...