Tag: Fr. Dominique

Rita

Rita. A little blond head, somewhere, feeding the chickens, in the sunshine of Germany. During…

When Christmas Came…

We lived on a windy moor. The house was new, unfinished and uncomfortable. We had…

The Rose of Shamir

We were on a journey in the Holy Land. Our party paused in a tiny…

I am a gnarled tree

As I was quietly walking along the brook, marvelling at the golden leaves slowly whirling…

The teacup

It was Jim and Jenny’s present. They had noticed that I liked fine china. They…

Ruins (Amos 9, 11)

From childhood on, I had been aware of the dramatic degradation and loss of large…

Never say No

«How did you become a priest? …» children often ask me. Well, I think God…

Farewell, for now

This is one of the views that the Lord has been unfolding before my eyes…

Great is His Mercy…

AN INCREDIBLE STORY… “Great is His mercy, infinite His love!” My first visit to New…