Image courtesy National Portrait Gallery The Lit Candle Bishop Hugh Latimer’s conversion took place when he “began to smell the Word of God” and felt “called to knowledge.” His confidence was not in the doctrine and regulation of the Catholic Church, but in the “simplicity of the gospel” exemplified in “scripture…and faith alone.” Latimer’s skills as an apologist for Christ surpassed the moribund tropes of the clergy, so much so that he became the “greatest popular

How odd to look at MRIs, pictures of your bones. The fragility of a body’s bones is evident; depending on the severity of the break, fractures glow on ethereal film, like paper cuts or grotesquely shaped distortions. I wonder what it would look like if we could see the skeletal structure of our spirits. If it were plainly obvious to the naked eye as on an X ray, or even looking in a mirror, how would my spiritual skeleton look? If I were sitting at a sidewalk cafe as peop

A veil is being torn between the two worlds of existence-the physical and the spiritual—and as it tears, truth and lies are being exposed so quickly that it is difficult to comprehend such a convergence. I suspect that soon, like wearing those clumsy thick early contact lenses, physical “vision” will be shunned because we will be able to see those great truths clearly, so much so that there will be no more questions. Careful to trust no MAN or political leaning, we look tow

The girl closed her eyes tightly and tried not to listen as their voices rose. I’m here. Do they think I’m invisible? She squeezed her thoughts but dared not say them. Stand quietly until it is over, which will be soon. It never lasts that long. Their voices poked at her. “Well, I just don’t understand it. Where could we have gone wrong? What could we have done to prevent her from turning out like this?” It was coming. She knew it, felt it and set her body, waiting.

To Witness the Paths of Angels “….the infinite abyss can be filled only with an infinite and immutable Object, that is to say, only by God Himself.” Blaise Pascal, Pensées VII ************* Physicians say that, not unlike the healing waters of the Dead Sea, immersing oneself in the first light of the morning (which is often more beautiful than sunrise) enriches the body with therapeutic nutrients, renewed energy and healing properties. W

The boards were out, casually placed against the side of the building, a single customer at the counter. I felt a twinge as I passed Mr. Freeze, the local ice cream shop, which was closing for the season. Perhaps this regret was payment for the giddy exhilaration last spring when Mr. Freeze opened. Winter was gone and it was Spring! School years were nearly over and the long bright jewel of summer was on its way. Once the ice cream is dripping in your hands, you can take