The Night a Parish Said Goodbye
Tonight, a parish said goodbye to its shepherd—through prayer, through music, and through quiet acts of reverence.
Tonight, a parish said goodbye to its shepherd—through prayer, through music, and through quiet acts of reverence.
I went to sleep; and now I am refresh’d,A strange refreshment; for I feel in meAn inexpressive lightness, and a senseOf freedom, as I were at length myself,And ne’er had been before. (John Henry Newman, The Dream of Gerontius) On a day of tube strikes, our cheffe de chœur (aka …