Catholic, Gay, and Feeling Fine, Thanks
I am reckoned as one in the tomb: I have reached the end of my strength, like one alone among the dead; like the slain lying in their graves. Friday night compline is a little gruesome. That’s only fitting, of course, that’s what Friday’s for, and it’s often helpful too. It’s been a long time,…
Ever hear that story about the guy who gets to choose his cross? Wish I could find a link to it, but googling “man choose cross heavy Jesus” didn’t narrow it down much. Anyway, so: a man is complaining about his lot in life, how his problems are worse than other people’s. He prays about…
I hitched a ride with a vending machine repairman He said he’d been down that road more than twice He was high on intellectualism I’ve never been there, but the brochure looks nice. —Sheryl Crow I keep meaning to read some of those books on friendship that I keep hearing about, but I’m hesitant to…
I admit that I don’t like Christmas much. Part of it, I guess, is just the standard stuff about why single people don’t like the holidays. Part of it is that I never seem to be in sync with the liturgical year: I always feel penitential during feasts, and weirdly happy during Lent. A little…
