I was talking with a friend the other night, and he was asking for my help on Thanksgiving night. He needed me to go with him to a couple of the big stores in our area which are starting Black Friday a bit early.
I understand where he’s coming from. He has little kids, and they have long wish lists. I told him I would help, but I had to admit that I haven’t gone shopping on Thanksgiving or Black Friday for at least twenty years. I’ve found that as we get closer to Christmas, you can find better deals. But I guess that’s just me.
The time has come for me to move my prayer space inside. During the warm months, I love to sit on the little patio outside my kitchen, where I have a couple of comfortable chairs, a nice table, and a little terra-cotta image of Mary holding the child Jesus. I picked up the round ceramic piece in a shop in Florence, Italy, and I love its simplicity. It’s a great mediation piece for me to look at as the sun comes up. Emmanuel, God is with us.
Over the last several weeks, I’ve been leading some workshops for two groups at my church. It’s been a lot of work, but in the end, I’ve been pleased with the feedback I’ve received.
Today was a little gloomy in my neck of the woods. Kind of damp and cloudy, it was one of the those days where you want to just lay around and read a book.
You probably didn’t pick up on this today. Most people wouldn’t, but since I love Italian art, the news story caught my eye. It seems as though an art historian recently found an image of a demon hanging out in a fresco painted by 
I was at a conference yesterday, and I was listening to 
I don’t know about you, but things seem to be moving at break-neck speed lately.