Norfolk Pilgrim

Dear Dom, Today is the Feast of St. Dominic and I wondered if you celebrate it as your name day. I woke up this morning thanking God for both you and the saint. Who would you be, without your formation as a Dominican?  I am a bear of small brain and it feels   as if I am almost untouched by scholarship. What a joy, that within the Body of Christ,  I have brother who not only has scholarship and a wonderfully analytical mind but ears to hear and and a lucid, easy to follow writing style. In   Jesus and the Violence of Scripture you have set out clearly, argued convincingly and further than I have ever attempted, what I mean by saying," I am a Christ-ian and I understand what that means by being a follower of Jesus." Thanks for that! I was particularly taken with your account of discovering your third metaphor the Biblical Iconic Focus in the Benedictine Basilica at Formis where Christ in Triumph in the apse is the focus of all the other biblical icons. Ico

It came as no surprise to pass " Death and Glory " as we made our way back up the Bure from a short cruise on Cygnet . I had been having an internal dialogue with the Coot Club ever since we came through Horning. Back in the golden day, when I was a lad, before the old the Ferry Inn had burned down and the wherry Albion was still trading, there was nowhere near the river traffic there is today. It seems to my inner dyspeptic, grumpy old git that nothing will ever be the same. "Take a grip!" The positive. open, hopeful self replies. "Its change. All things change and yet nothing changes." The Coot club reminded me that although the Hullabaloos have taken over the pub, they tend to congregate in  certain places and the Broads are still a magic breathing space. More than ever  guardians of the Broads are called fight to protect, nurture and celebrate this unique environment. You are right boys and the good news is there are lots of us at it. Ho

It came as no surprise to pass " Death and Glory " as we made our way back up the Bure from a short cruise on Cygnet . I had been having an internal dialogue with the Coot Club ever since we came through Horning. Back in the golden day, when I was a lad, before the old Ferry Inn had burned down and the wherry Albion was still trading, there was nowhere near the river traffic there is today. It seems to my inner dyspeptic, grumpy old git that nothing will ever be the same. "Take a grip!" The positive. open, hopeful self replies. "Its change. All things change and yet nothing changes." The Coot club reminded me that although the Hullabaloos have taken over the pub, they tend to congregate in  certain places and the Broads are still a magic breathing space. More than ever  guardians of the Broads are called fight to protect, nurture and celebrate this unique environment. You are right boys and the good news is there are lots of us at it. Horse