Air that normally swirls far to the North of us has descended upon our happy hamlets, ok maybe semi-depressed sub-urban existence to make our teeth chatter.
A different Sunday
A time to mourn
Some pained reflections on Ireland
Quiet your soul
Repent! And Love properly, divinely.
We are seeing the bad fruit of the rotten tree of Modernity
Are you ready to die?
ACNA Catechism Question #2