Prisoners of Hope

It has been almost two weeks since the WHO declared COVID-19 a pandemic.   I don’t know about you, but that seems like a lifetime ago.  So much has changed so quickly I’m not sure what to feel at any given point.  I woke up a few mornings ago and realized that not knowing what toContinue reading “Prisoners of Hope”

One billboard outside Sandusky, Ohio

Each year my wife and I attend St. Bartholomew’s three-hour Good Friday service.  Each year I wonder how on earth I will sit through three hours of music, extended periods of silent prayer, readings on the seven last words of Christ, and a homily on each.  Each year the time disappears.