Last Sunday was Saint Francis Sunday, a celebration that rivals Easter and Christmas at the Episcopal church I attend. This is because our former rector and my close friend, Marsue, is an animal fanatic and made a big deal about the Blessing of the Animals liturgy that comes around every October. My dachshund came along as she has for many years; Frieda has often accompanied me to the lectern as I read the Old Testament reading from Judges about Balaam’s ass. But today my mind... Read more