The Drive South
He left Alton at seven on a Friday morning in the first week of July, which gave him three hours for a drive that should have taken two.
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.
He left Alton at seven on a Friday morning in the first week of July, which gave him three hours for a drive that should have taken two.
What follows is drawn from the working journal of Father Sébastien Renard, SJ, kept between 1748 and 1771, recovered from the library of the Jesuit college at Clermont-Ferrand after the suppression of the Society in France in 1764.
The invitation arrived at the end of the meeting, in the way that things arrived from Ambrose - not announced, not prepared for, simply present when the moment was right.
He had written to Mara Leclerc on a Wednesday evening, which was three days after Ambrose had given him her name and eleven days after he had found her email address in the Vatican Archive's staff directory.
What I preached, what I learned, and a word I should have used
The email from Paul Whitfield arrived on a Wednesday, which was the day Joshua usually spent in the library.
Sunday Night as our weekly Holy Hour started, when I was kneeling to chant O Salutaris Hostia, I could see a bird flying around the window above the sanctuary.
He had not planned to tell Ambrose about Tuesday morning.
What follows is drawn from two sources: a parish register from Saint-Laurent-sur-Sèvre, and a deposition taken in 1796 from one Marie-Anne Forestier, widow, of the commune of Mauléon.