Sure: I’ve seen the ‘multiplication’ miracle happen on more than one occasion, but it never gets old.
The calendar says ‘spring,’ but you couldn’t prove it by the hue of the fairways as we opened the golf season this past week. The zoysia turf, still sporting a winter tint, made our league’s ‘home course’ resemble the Sahara more closely than Augusta during our first week of play.
The sanctuary of our church took on an intriguing look, at about 3:00 in the afternoon on Good Friday.
One thing I noticed that’s different about me on Good Friday this year, compared to last, is that my heart is filled with wonder regarding the conversion story of Andrew Klavan.
Springtime seems to be struggling a bit. It’s not catching on, not quite yet, in our part of the country.
But if you look closely, you can find the barest hint of the spectacle to come.
The switch to Daylight Savings Time has been a mixed blessing, at best.
The question was reasonable enough: “Why do you put yourself through this?” a friend asked this morning, when he overheard me discussing last night’s SLU Billikens game with another friend as we exited church after early-morning Mass.
Vouchsafe: Say that word out loud, real fast, three times.
In point of fact, you’ll need to say it at least twice to get it right…because there are two accepted pronunciations for the obscure term. Three, if you count the way our deacon said it at the Lenten prayer service my wife and I attended last night.