Dear Anne, Do you think I can be holy? Okay, I’m sure you just snorted coffee out your nose when you read that. Maybe because you were with me in Nags Head in 1987 for that little incident involving a street sign and a Molly Hatchet roadie—admittedly, not my holiest moment. But this weekend… Continue reading Holy? Who, me?!
Dear Anne, Thanks for the excellent report on the status of your Lenten practices. I’m jealous you found the self-denial-of-the-day app before me, though I am enjoying praying with my monks–they are definitely a keeper. I didn’t give up anything except my silly iPad games (which was a failure, not because I couldn’t give them up, but… Continue reading God’s Number One!