By Fr. Glenn Jones
Writing this column this evening, I couldn’t help but recall recordings of old radio shows: “Ladies and gentlemen … your intrepid reporter here, coming to you from the wilds of (wherever).” Looking out over nighttime Albuquerque with its city lights … well, we’re not in Los Alamos anymore, Toto.
Rather than the slow gentle traffic of Central Avenue, now is the Indianapolis I-40. People here, too, honk and wave, but the honking a bit more urgent … (“Well, pass me then, you young whippersnapper!”).
Alas … gone is the basking in the love and joy of beloved parishioners, Read More















By Rev. Glenn Jones
By Rev. Glenn Jones
By Rev. Glenn Jones