ALARIC MARK LEWIS

Many years ago – I actually can tell you it was March of 1985, to be precise – I got into a rather heated discussion about Christianity...

Earlier this year – although it seems like a lifetime ago now – I was part of a panel of four priests talking about various aspects of...

Gunsmoke was an American television series that was on for twenty years and many more years after on syndication. It was set in the...

"I'm sure he had it coming." I'm with an Italian tour group in Budapest, and we're at the Museum of Fine Arts standing before the 1620...

My dog Linus is fond of sitting in the windows that look out over the river and letting the people who have the audacity to walk on the...

In the summer of 2004, I spent three months in a village called Rabanal del Camino in northwest Spain. Now Wikipedia tells me that the...

1976 was an amazing year to be a kid growing up in the United States. It was that year, of course that my country celebrated two-hundred...

More than twenty years ago I was asked to give a week-long retreat to some nuns in rural Kentucky. One of the nuns, Sister Joan, a most...

I first met Jackson Devereaux more than thirty years ago, when I was taking an interterm course at the Southern Baptist Theological...

Growing up, my grandparents had a second home on Patterson Bay, a sleepy little village (if you could even call it that) whose...

I like to fancy myself a bit of an amateur hagiologist, meaning I am fascinated by the lives of the saints. I am less interested, though,...

When I was twelve years old my absolute favourite teacher of all time - Colonel Bouldin - announced that he had to be away for some time...

Being a person who rarely has a thought that I don't write down, each year around this time I look back at the days running up to my...

When I was a child we had, on the border between our garden and Miss Crain's next door, a maple tree that was perfect for climbing. Since...

Years ago, I was staying with the family of my friend Alessandro just outside of Siena. At dinner my first evening there, Ale's father...

I was 19 years old when I first stuck my hand in  the Bocca della Verità – the Mouth of Truth – and, though I'm not a superstitious...

Yesterday evening I went over to St George Colegate Church to ring a bell at 8:00 pm for our NHS carers. I am aware that the remit is to...

Her name was Sandy, and though most who met her described her as “bubbly,” I, personally, never thought that did her justice. Ordinary...

Amongst my many peculiarities, I enjoy reading the last words that people say before they die. Since I am the kind of person who always...

Thirty-five years ago, travelling around a bit, I decided to go to Salzburg. Now I can tell you that I went for the architecture, for the...