O come let us adore Him

Advent is almost upon us. We move from the celebration of Christ the King to the journey to Christmas. From splendor to a dust road. “O Come let us Adore Him” are familiar words at Christmas. We can imagine the visitors who would greet Jesus talking and...

To turkey or not to turkey?

Nothing with eyes. That was the rule for a long time. Fish with heads were not and are not allowed to gaze up at us from the plate. More recently in my family the rule has spread to turkey – it should not look too much like a bird. Turkey breast, turkey roast (not the...

Sticky Saints

I have a few favorite Saints and one of them is Hilda of Whitby who we celebrate this week. She founded some monasteries on the Northeast Coast of England in the seventh century. Not very promising, you might think. Except that this was one of the golden ages of...

What are you looking at?

One of my real wake-up moments in life (and I have mentioned this before so please bear with me) was the day I was walking through London, feeling defeated by life when I saw a blade of grass poking up in the space between two paving stones. In the middle of all of...