Lourdes

I’m alone for a moment, on the ferry home, half-way between Calais and Dover.  It is Sunday morning and the sun is shining on the green-blue sea.  As spring turns to summer, millions travel to Lourdes.  Our own parish pilgrimage is almost over.  Our hearts are full of stories of pain and joy, of some dark moments and many bright ones, of shared secrets, and glimpses of the mystery and paradox of the human spirit. […]

I’m alone for a moment, on the ferry home, half-way between Calais and Dover.  It is Sunday morning and the sun is shining on the green-blue sea.  As spring turns to summer, millions travel to Lourdes.  Our own parish pilgrimage is almost over.  Our hearts are full of stories of pain and joy, of some dark moments and many bright ones, of shared secrets, and glimpses of the mystery and paradox of the human spirit. […]