Today’s Gospel reading was so appropriate.
I rolled out of bed like a man six of the palsy thanks to the 41 miles I walked the two previous day.
I was in the process of writing about my experience. Six paragraphs in and Our Lord decided to show me some humility. My laptop died and nothing saved. It’s OK. I don’t think it was that good anyway.
There’s always tomorrow.
Know that every reader of this blog was in my prayers on that march.
Returned from my pilgrimage late last night. God be praised. I’ll tell you all about it once my legs have been successfully amputated.
Still on pilgrimage. Here’s one I wrote a while ago. Miss Ann Barnhardt was kind enough to run this at the time. Can’t thank her enough for the eyes that saw this one.
I recently sent her a picture of me, my son, and my mother-in-law meeting Cardinal Burke. Her reply: “You look like a legit ‘30’s gin runner! Well done!” I was pleased.
I’m on pilgrimage today. Here is a re-post of a piece I wrote in 2022 about our parish altar boys and the priesthood.
Some of the boys and I are heading to Oklahoma for a pilgrimage in honor of the Three Hearts of Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Be assured I will carry your intentions with me.
In the meantime, I have scheduled some re-posts of “classic Harvey” to run in my absence.
God bless and please pray for me!
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