Sally Thomas

Another fresco from The Church of the Frescoes. “Moses Coming Down From the Mountain?”Can’t remember, can’t totally tell. [Rating: -19 out of 100] . . . . Continue Reading »

Here’s an interesting sculptural specimen I ran across in the crypt at the Episcopal Church of the Frescoes in Glendale Springs, North Carolina, back in June. It is, as you can see, a representation of Our Lord wearing what looks like a pashmina, or maybe a camel’s-hair hand-me-down from . . . . Continue Reading »

Goth it up, baby.Or, you know, not. . . . . Continue Reading »

Still open. Still happenin. Still where you want to be. Feel liberated to browse our current contenders for “Churches That Make People Uncomfortable,” “Desperate Churches for Desperate People,” and more! Got a church? Submit a church. Don’t see an applicable category? . . . . Continue Reading »

Word.(Actually, I’m not making fun of this. It’s beyond sad. It’s way beyond sadder than Arlington Cemetery . . . . Continue Reading »

A reader commenting on Jody’s bed post — so to speak — remarked that those tree-bed hybrids he was writing about looked like furniture for Rivendell. Rivendell, of course, is the holy valley of J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. That is, Tolkien never uses the word holy: . . . . Continue Reading »

That’s all the time you’ve got, folks, to bid on this “ABSTRACT MODERN GOD METAL ART WALL SCULPTURE RELIGIOUS.”Now, I am puzzled. In a piece which bills itself as “abstract,” can you have a recognizable figure such as a cross? I am relieved, however, to discover . . . . Continue Reading »

Picking up where we left off.Smith County, Tennessee, where we stopped for gas and lunch, was the scene of some unplanned evangelizing on our part. That is, I don’t know that we evangelized anyone, exactly, so much as simply engaged in pleasant and informative conversation. Possibly the people . . . . Continue Reading »

Today’s our Latin Mass day. Typically we go to Mass at noon, and then we stay at church all day, because there’s Holy Hour at six, and friends of ours who drive an hour to Mass don’t bother to go home in between services. They bring picnic lunches and schoolwork and make a day of . . . . Continue Reading »

Our reader Titus has corrected my erroneous impressions regarding the presence of a sign along I-40, somewhere at the western end of Tennessee, featuring an image of Saint Michael the Archangel. A fanciful traveler at the best of times, I had assumed that there was a truck stop at the bottom of . . . . Continue Reading »