Salaam, Maryam
It was a simple clay building, with little pomp or decoration. A single girl dwelled within, and the locals called her Blessed Maryam for her piety. Now, at the dawning of the day, she held…
Author: Fellowship & Fairydust
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6 Reasons Why ‘Die Hard’ Is a Christmas Movie
I recently saw a Facebook meme that stated, “There are two kinds of people: Those who think ‘Die Hard’ is a Christmas movie; and those who are wrong.” Here’s my reasons why I fall in…
Limping Pilgrims
These limping pilgrims, weary, wounded, maimed, even. Yet heading homeward, leaning on sticks and each other. And each step of the way leads to new wounds, fresh blood. Mind, body, spirit – all assailed by…
Journey and Destination: A Theological Reflection on Pilgrimage
Anecdotes Historically, the focus of pilgrimage has always been about the place to which one was travelling; a holy site or a place connected to a healing miracle or the martyrdom of a saint.1 The…
Ever England
Brave Hurricanes and Spits still claw and climbFar up into the English summer sky,At the lingering end of a golden timeAs wild young lads and aging empires die. The Hood and Rodney still the Channel guardAgainst the strident Men…
Eternity Begun: A Meditation on St. Elizabeth of the Trinity
The dead can be our friends and mentors, perhaps even more fundamentally and intimately than those we live and work with every day. We have many invisible brothers and sisters who watch us serenely and…
Day of Wrath: Sweeney Todd and the Search for Salvation
I have some Catholic reflections on the haunting use of the traditional Latin requiem chant Dies Irae in "Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street", the 1979 musical by Stephen Sondheim, which was turned…
The Late Sir David Amess
They say he was a gentleman And a gentle man The Queen's good servant And a child of the Church They say he was universal To those for whom he spoke, Offering a listening ear…
Between Life and Death: A Hunchback of Notre Dame Story
“I knew well that it was he again! The assassin, the one who killed my Phoebus. Oh, Phoebus!” The priest mustered all his strength not to break the poor girl's wrist, which had been in…