It is the 25th of the month, wherein Little Christmas is celebrated by Roman Catholics around the world. A beautiful Christmas carol, written in 1862, Angels We Have Heard on High, has already provided a fresh start to the day in one small town west of the Atlantic, and south of the North Pole: The lyrics refer to the birth of Jesus Christ…
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Hail Amateurs!
“If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly.” G.K. Chesterton I remember as a child combing through the dried pages of my great-uncle’s stamp collection. There were stamps from all over the world which he had painstakingly glued into the parchment-like scrap book, and though he was deceased by the time the beloved collection had reached my hands,…
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On Gratitude and Wonder
“Here dies another day During which I have had eyes, ears, hands And the great world round me; And with tomorrow begins another. Why am I allowed two?” Gilbert Keith Chesterton (b. 1874-d. 1936) I was walking near the perimeter of Franciscan Square last week with the two year old elfin-maiden at my side, when I noticed she was watching my…
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The Glory of a Gray Day
“Against a dark sky all flowers look like fireworks.” G.K. Chesterton I was driving about yesterday under dark, cloudy skies when I looked into the horizon, and was startled to see a huge puff of a cloud moving at a high rate of speed as if it were late for a meeting; an American thought, eh? Yes, it seemed as…
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In October
“WHERE ARE they gone that did delight in honour Abrupt and absolute as an epic ends, What light of the Last Things, like death at morning, Crowns the true lovers and the tragic friends? Young priests with eager faces bright as eagles, Poor scholars of the harp-string, strict and strong, All the huge thirst of things irrevocable And all the…
