Lone Star Parson

Wishing you all a blessed, joyous and happy New Year from the bucolic Mesquite Groves of Olde Texas! Be safe and God bless, ...

I won't lie, we pretty much flew along over the fields and trails after Mass today. But when not going full tilt hell for leather ...

You can be a sad determinist or some variety of Calvinist and believe that everything is preordained. I chose to exercise my freew...

T hings started off well. Get up with the dawn, walk the dog, drink some coffee, say Morning Prayer and then go for a ride. That me...

In a bold attempt to escape the intense political drama that is daily life in modern America, I drove out to visit the flock. That too...

After my morning routine of Morning Prayer (1928 BCP), walking the dog, drinking coffee and talking with spiritual singing gentlemen ...

At least that's what the horses say, and who can blame them? I rode out on Tres this morning after a week's break, caused by t...

As I was saddling up, I was attacked by a herd of cats. They launched a frontal assault on my leg, which they climbed, like furry pirate...

"For a so-called horseman you sure don't seem to do much riding, LSP," I hear you say, pointedly. Well not so fast. Monda...