It is Sunday, the Sabbath, the Lord’s Day, which is sent to punish us, as we cannot do anything good

It’s time to enter the booth for confession. It is a safe space, and a place where secrets are kept,

As the winds of winter give way to spring showers, your minds are no doubt turning towards summer. As we

The summer of sin, with its alcohol-fueled barbecues and ladies in summer dresses, may be a distant memory now up

Spring is in the air, and as we emerge from the harsh depths of winter (or the burning furnace of

This week’s confession booth makes me feel old. I don’t want to sound like Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino, but

Deck the halls, let the bells ring out, follow the star, and bring gifts. Just not that shit you brought

As Christmas approaches, the opportunities for sin increase exponentially. From the office Christmas party, to that thing you make your

A wayward flock means a busy ministry, and there are fewer flocks as wayward as the devotees of the Church