Sermons

There is a very short story Alan Dugan wrote for Poetry magazine called “April.” It unequivocally describes spring in a cold climate. April.  The old man in shining black, with the immense black umbrella, walked down the street like the younger brother of the shadow of death. Each house, as he passed, pulled down its shades, and

Lent has a way of stripping life down to essentials.It unsettles routines, quiets distractions, and gently exposes how much of our sense of stability rests on things that are never truly permanent. The comforts we assumed were solid begin to feel provisional. The noise that once filled our days falls away, and what remains is