Perfection yet to be attained,
With layers left to be unfurled,
Her soul is cleansed while still detained,
Within the timeless Netherworld.
This state between eternity
And time, however short or long,
Endures between ubiquity
And place to keep a ghostly throng.
I contend with absolute conviction that the world would be a better place if Chuck Berry, Elvis, Little Richard, and every Commando of the British Invasion had never lived.Read More
Fr. Anthony died yesterday, peacefully, who was a young man when I entered, only 42 or 43. He was not always easy to get along with, but underneath his gruff exterior was a very kind and gentle soul. He was a poet and a writer and he had a powerful influence on many people.Read More
Surrounded by death, darkness, gangs, and gloominess, the father contends with the presence of evil as a primal force. The parent-child relationship is sacred to him, and he tells his son that God appointed him to take care of him, which means as well to raise him to be a moral person.Read More
We are hurting, I’m not going to lie. Selfishly, a part of each of us almost refused to let her go. I can’t tell you how much Madge Eisenbath will be missed – by her family, by her friends, by literally hundreds of people she has touched in her life.Read More
I think often of my weaknesses. They seem constantly apparent. We all have personal crosses to carry, too, a reality that I sometimes wish would disappear. More and more, however, I’m grateful for those moments when selfishness makes me weak in my behavior or my depression seems too heavy a burden — because then, I ask for Jesus to take over.Read More
The heart of this book is Blatty’s account of the life, death, and afterlife of his Peter, who in 2006 was found dead sitting in front of a television with a remote still in his hand — a victim of viral myocarditis, an inflammatory disease of the heart muscle.Read More
The God who died to both Jews and Greeks seemed like the ultimate oxymoron, an absurd self-contradiction. And, if His death had been final, they would have been right to view the death that way. But His death was not final. Death was real, but it was not final. Death was followed by Life, not just any life but a life raised out of death itself, a Resurrection.Read More
While at my mother’s wake in 1983, I was looking at my Dad and came to the sudden realization that he was a stranger to me. I then became terrified that if he died soon I would be devastated, because was there no connection between us. I wanted to get to know him, at least on some level.Read More