The prophet Isaiah’s pretty much got it right, I figure: It must all be God’s fault.
Monthly Archives: November 2014
There are times when I wish God wasn’t quite so faithful in answering my prayers.
Yeah, me neither.
The heat didn’t kick on overnight, so things were a bit chilly in church this morning – a reminder that our almost-40-year-old building is showing some unmistakable signs of age. Somehow, the discomfort we felt – we ‘6:30 Mass regulars’ – seemed oddly appropriate as we near the end of the liturgical year.
My beloved SLU Billikens opened the men’s basketball season with a nail-biter of a win on Saturday night, but it was actually the half-time entertainment that wound up bringing the most fervent prayer to our lips.
We were billed as “The Almost Never Quite Ready for Anytime Players”…and it’s safe to say our amateur troupe lived up to its less-than-stellar promotional designation.
Austria is the place to go, I’m told, if you want to see some of Christendom’s greatest treasures—treasures like a splinter from the cross upon which Jesus hung; one of the nails that pierced his flesh; and a thorn from the crown that mocked his reign.