April 19, 2020
Words, to quote T. S. Eliot, “Crack and sometimes break.”[1] C. S. Lewis called it “verbicide,” the killing of a word by overuse.[2] This can sometimes happen to words: they get worn out and bent, sometimes corrupted and altered beyond their original meaning all together, sometimes for better, sometimes for worse.
April 10, 2020
I always like to sing the Gospel of John on Good Friday, even though it’s long. In exchange I try to preach briefly; at least I try my best.
April 9, 2020
To put it very simply, what we do this evening is what faithful people have always done and will until the end of time: since Egypt, since the desert, since Christ, and unto the heavenly Jerusalem. It is why we are here.
April 5, 2020
There’s a story of a man who after his death found himself at the gate of heaven. Before him stood an angel staring at him silently.
March 29, 2020
Gabriel Marcel, French playwright, theatre critic, and philosopher of whom I am fond: he said something once I’ve always believed to be true. He said, “To love…is to say thou wilt never die.”[1] Think about that.