It started out traditionally enough. We arrived in Danville to celebrate Christmas with our youngest daughter and her family. We went to Mass together on Christmas Eve. It was supposed to be a secret Mass—at 3 in the afternoon. Only for students who attend St. Isadore’s school and their families. There was nothing secret about […]

Perplexing, at least. It started at the laundromat. Our church has a winter shelter program for the homeless in our community. Because I am working on becoming a saint in my spare time, I sign up for various jobs with the program. One of them is washing the sheets and pillow cases; another is being […]