Sally Thomas

In Search Of: 1. Some news that isn’t about Michael Jackson. I’m grateful, though, to The Anchoress for explaining the difference between an icon and an idol; I was going to write about the difference between an icon and a curiosity, with reference to Michael Jackson, but now I kind of . . . . Continue Reading »

You might want to save yourself from this and this.And then there’s this, categorized as “funny anti-religious,” because, you know, “anti-religious” is just so darn self-evidently funny that you don’t even have to try all that hard. GONG. Next, please. [Rating: . . . . Continue Reading »

Save these from the ironically tasteful (or tastefully ironic) entrance hall. Please. [Rating: 100/100] . . . . Continue Reading »

They have this.We have this.Discuss. Sorry, the ratings machine is jammed. But thanks to Thomas McCullough for pointing me to the yarmulkes. . . . . Continue Reading »

In this season of ordinations, I’m sure some of you out there are searching for gifts for the ordinands in your lives. Rather than giving a brand-spanking-new chalice, crucifix, statue or vestment, why not rescue some church good which has lost its original home? For example, save these . . . . Continue Reading »

We like observing saints’ feasts, maybe because we like feasting, period, and any excuse will do. I have in my time made rosary cakes for the Feast of the Holy Rosary and lavender butter for the Assumption, when herbs have traditionally been blessed; my friend Debbie, mother of Annie the . . . . Continue Reading »

It’s a beauty, a symbol of faith handed down to us from the days of Roman persecution, when Christians identified each other via the sign of the largemouth bass. He is cheerful-looking, I must say. And he appears very fetching beside the two rolls of Scotch tape in the penultimate photograph. . . . . Continue Reading »

Our local Sunday paper consists of about eleven pages, excluding classified ads, at least four of which are devoted to “Church News.” Not that “Church News” is all that’s happening in our town by any means: we also have blackberry growers, flash floods, high-speed car . . . . Continue Reading »

Many thanks to David Gibson at Pontifications for linking here, and also for mistaking me for The Anchoress, whom I am not (who I am not? who is not I? Ack, ack, call the grammar medics . . . ), but the compliment is all mine. That anyone would link to that schizophrenic Father’s Day post I . . . . Continue Reading »

Not that all of this is either explicitly religious or — any of it — kitschy; it’s just what there is to write about today, while I wait for the next person to send in some oddity or other. The Five- and Six-Year-Olds (who get read aloud to together): Secret Water by Arthur . . . . Continue Reading »