Oistins-Silversands: Inculturation and effective ministry
I did not want to be in there, in their inner city confused and deflated. I told Natasha that I was not a mission type...
What would it be like?
I recall once asking a group of parents, “Would you be willing to give one day to the parish and to Christ?” It was nearly...
Love in a time of heartache
As you read this, I will have just rescued a new dog. Our Jacoby, a 13-year-old basset, passed away about a month and a...
The little Civic that couldn’t: Signs of damage
It was the hottest day of the summer in Chesapeake, Va., and throughout the area of Hampton Roads. I am certain that there were...
The climb
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m getting older, or some of today’s music artists have poor diction, but many times I can’t understand...
Caution: Construction zone
As a school teacher, I always look forward to summer vacation but probably never as much as this summer. This school year felt like...
Supporting our spiritual fathers
Time moves fast, but hopefully not too fast to remember last Sunday. It was Father’s Day! And since no edition of The Anchor was...
The summer of 1987: Baby don’t hurt me
I remember my very first encounter with love. I was about seven years old at a wedding, and completely enamored by one of the bridesmaids....
Let no one look down upon you because you are young!
One of the great privileges that I have had is working in the diocese in various youth programs that are near and dear to...
Fill my cup
Everyone, whether as a student or staff, knows that May feels like it is 100 days long instead of 31. I wake up almost...
