Sunset

I know I determined to observe a Lenten discipline of blogging every day, but tonight I’m saddened, at a loss for wise things to say, by the news that Rowan Greer, one of my seminary professors and a colleague in the ministry at Christ Church, New Haven, has died.

Sanctus Sanctus Sanctus

This morning before Mass, our attention was called to the stained glass above the Holy Name Chapel in St John the Evangelist Church (the church of St Stephen’s House, as opposed to our House Chapel where we say daily services, and the Founder’s Chapel which is mostly for private devotion). St John the Evangelist is…

Mood Bluebird

So, yesterday I said that the dining room isn’t Carolina Blue — but in the article to which I linked, it turns out that “Carolina Blue” is a moving target. (If they worked at the University of Glasgow, they wouldn’t have any doubt of exactly what colour is what — the visual identity instructions are…

Huffing Home

It just happened that in the week that a housepainter took over our home, I came down with a cold. I can’t complain about the cold itself — it’s a very low-rent cousin to the Plague That Lays Waste At Midday, which has decimated the college community — but the congestion has been affecting my…

Effective Day

Today is Wednesday, the day I’ve managed to keep blissfully free of teaching and admin responsibilities (usually). I note this simply because the opportunity actually to attack the pile of backed-up marking, commenting, preparing, and so on affords such a rich delight; one would think that the world would find a way to make sure…

From Oxford

And here’s the news on the home front — First, Margaret is safely across the Atlantic on her epic migratory pass through the Northeast, the North Side (of Chicago), and North Carolina. She indicates that she’s begun work on a scholarly treatment of the Christian ethics of reclining seats on airliners. Me? I’m catching up…

Saved By [W. G.] Grace

As I said yesterday, I participated in some recreational cricket in the Close between Sunday Dinner and my afternoon’s marking and awaiting the arrival of my best beloved. Some will no doubt have scoffed at this news, as the only other time I’ve attempted to play cricket — decades ago, at the Duke Graduate Religion…

Sunday 1 Lent

I could, if I so wanted, point out that as today is a feast day, I’m entitled to not blog as part of Lenten discipline. I will, however, leave this post anyway. We had a lovely Mass this morning. Margaret is home for thirty-six hours. I’ve done a some marking. I played cricket (well, not…

WWSHD?

My model for ministry has been Mr Septimus Harding, the Warden of Hiram’s Hospital, since The Warden was assigned for a long-ago class. I think I have a copy of The Warden in a box in North Carolina, but when I saw the Everyman’s Library edition for only ¢2.49 at Oxfam, I couldn’t resist. (The…