"The only thing dafter than sheep is one who owns sheep," our friend Richard muttered as he rescued one of his sheep snared in the...

When I was younger, I aspired to be like St. John, the disciple Jesus loved. John seemed to be one of those rare, limpid souls...

Naked. Vulnerable. Shivering. That’s how I found myself at the heart of our diocesan pilgrimage to Lourdes. We were approaching the end of our time in...