Lone Star Parson

  It's that contemplative time of the week when we sit back, gaze on the Feng Shui of our respective compounds and compose haikus. Remem...

  Do you read John Updike? I don't, but I do like this: Make no mistake: if He rose at all it was as His body; if the cells’ dissolution...

  This seems appropriate on the first Sunday of Lent, Kipling's City of Brass: Here was a people whom after their works thou shalt see w...

  We beat back Mohammad's Sea Jihad today , thanks to the miraculous intercession of the Blessed Ever Virgin Mary and her Rosary. A huge...

Well done, team, what a great project! Aliens, capes, mist, the Hackney Marshes and Iambic poetry itself. No mean feat, just you try and rol...

  Here we are, on Holy Saturday, and the body of our Savior lies in the tomb, the fourteenth station. Consider this, by George Herbert: Oh b...

I've been reflecting on the Parable of the Sower in Matthew 13 because it's the Gospel for Sunday in our newfangled, confusing,...