So the sabbatical is over. No more for another seven years. OK, that last sentence is mean, especially for the vast majority of people who
I’m going to be nice about Iona today. Specifically about one of their confession prayers. Yes, you read both of those sentences correctly. The confession
I don’t do well on first nights in new locations. Not on the evidence of this sabbatical, anyway. Having barely slept before 4 am on
I left home after the school run and by limiting my one stop on the 180+ mile trip, I got here at 12:45 pm, fifteen
Two miracles in the last twenty-four hours: first of all, I slept well last night. Moving the bed away from the wall helped. I still
They must have designed the beds here for monks. Certainly my bed kept me awake enough last night to observe night prayer at all hours.