Lone Star Parson

  Yesterday evening before Vespers, aka Evening Prayer (1928 BCP, thank you very much) was tranquil. Flags flew, dog slept with vigilance, p...

  Yes, at last, it rained. What. Bliss. Of course if you lived in Ireland or, say, Aberystwth, it wouldn't be such a big deal but here i...

  Well look at that, an hanging fern, damme. And What's this, flowers? Apparently so. Yet more of them. A veritable deluge. A friend tex...

  Storms whipped the flags as rain lashed down and we stood resolute on the porch, daring our Old Enemy the Weather to do its worst. It didn...

  The operation got on the road to Burleson on Monday to take care of business. And so, to pass I35W time, I crunched the numbers and discov...

  Thunder and lightning SMASH down upon this small asset-stripped Texan farming community, shaking the ancient wooden timbers (what?) of the...

Here at the Compound we like to think of ourselves as enterprise-wide solutions providers. And thanks to our uniquely qualified inter...

We don't know where we'll end up, under the Divine Providence, in the grand lottery of life. Some find themselves in Detroit, ...

Not that you'd know it from browsing through this "site" but Lonestarparsonism does involve some work. There's the pa...