The Long Goodbye
I'm leaving Adobe. After eighteen years, I'm walking out the door at the start of next month. Not because something went wrong - but because something else is pulling me forward.
Faith, family, work, and life - all intertwined.
Permanent deacon of the Diocese of Springfield in Illinois. Husband, father of four sons, builder of Catholic technology, and writer of essays, fiction, and homilies.
I'm leaving Adobe. After eighteen years, I'm walking out the door at the start of next month. Not because something went wrong - but because something else is pulling me forward.
The knight's name was Gaufred de Montbrun, and he had known for eleven days that he was going to be arrested.
There were three of them in the pew, and they looked at him the way people look at someone they have been expecting but are not entirely sure about.
The basement smelled like the inside of a church - not incense exactly, but something older than incense.
He left Alton at five-thirty, which gave him more time than he needed and which was, he recognized, not an accident.
A banner on a fence - and the answer the Church gives this week