A temple might look like an appropriate spot to deliver a sermon.
Several months ago I met a couple of good friends and parishioners for dinner at The Legends in Kansas City, Kan.
This week is the third in a trilogy of columns inspired by “Mother Teresa: Come Be My Light” — a book of formerly unpublished writings of this remarkable contemporary saint.
Once, back when I was in high school, a woman old enough to be my mother walked up to me and asked me if I was the son of John Stubbs.
It's not unusual this time of year to see me wearing a bright red ball cap emblazoned in white with the word “Priest.” Imbedded in the tail of the “T” is a small number “31.”
Last week, I shared some reflections inspired by the book “Mother Teresa: Come Be My Light,” a commentary on some of the previously unpublished writings of the saint of Calcutta.
"O my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of hell, and lead all souls to heaven, especially those most in need of thy mercy.”
In "Moby Dick," Captain Ahab chases after the great white whale across the seven seas.
Sometimes as I'm walking, I wonder if they wonder what I’m doing.
In a few weeks we will be celebrating that great time of the year that we call Thanksgiving.