Ever hear of Ole Bull?
Several months ago some summertime visitors to the parish were chatting with me after Mass.
Every Christian needs half an hour of prayer each day, except when we are busy . . . then we need an hour.”
I recently heard about a much-anticipated event at a bookstore: A famous author was there, autographing his latest work and visiting with his many fans.
I wish I would have done what I said I’d do. I would have saved myself a whole lot of embarrassment.
Vacation Bible School just ended at my parish and, to be honest with you, I couldn’t be happier. The week made me a nervous wreck.
The dog days of summer bit me hard the other day. And I’m glad they did.
Right now I'm living in paradise.
You know, there's no shortage of ways to humiliate me.
History will dub it "The Incident of the Flying Shoes." The primary players were my mom and my dad; I was still in grade school.