Wednesday, June 14, 2017


A few verses from Job 9 in the daily office this morning help explain infrequent blogging of late ...

"25“My days are swifter than a runner;
they fly away without a glimpse of joy.
26They skim past like boats of papyrus,
like eagles swooping down on their prey."

(Except the "without a glimpse of joy" bit ... I am a happy camper in the midst of terrific bizziness.)

1 comment:

Father Ron Smith said...

These words are very meaningful, Peter; certainly to me, having now reached 88 and having crossed the world - yet again - to be with elderly and dying relatives in the U.K. And yet - in the quietness of companion-ing such people, one is able to glimpse the eternal verities still present - even in the fading light of human existence. God is the eternal reality. whose life we are privileged to share in the celebration of the Mass. Deo gratias!