Dear Diary

We have two, no three granddaughters who have their own diary. It is somewhere to write what they think or feel, more likely feel I suppose but it is their own words and their own thoughts. I thought I might do the same, rather here. Not so private, but what do I have to say…

He IS Risen

I grew up with the Sunday morning refrain when greeting each other – ” He is rise”, response: “He is risen indeed”. And today is the day we mark the resurrection of Christ. This is why The Church has met on Sunday (the first day of the week) and not the Hebrew tradition of Sabbath….

Silent Saturday

O sacred Head, now wounded,With grief and shame weighed down,Now scornfully surroundedWith thorns, Thine only crown;How pale Thou art with anguish,With sore abuse and scorn!How does that visage languishWhich once was bright as morn! What Thou, my Lord, hast sufferedWas all for sinners’ gain:Mine, mine was the transgression,But Thine the deadly pain;Lo, here I fall,…