Passing Thoughts Of A Mad Priest

I'm having a bit of trouble keeping the black dog at bay whilst working on this Sunday's podcast in which the gospel reading is all about wasted talents. It only seems like yesterday that I had exciting hopes for my life that were also realistic. Now, I do not have the time left to call any work I may do a life's work and, anyway, I will never be allowed to even try. There is one thing more despicable than wasting one's own God given gifts and that thing is wasting somebody else's.


Passing Thoughts Of A Mad Priest — 1 Comment

  1. If you could just imagine “the black dog” hanging around for spirited sessions of stick-fetching, crotch-sniffing and face-licking, perhaps it wouldn’t get you down so much?

    {Thinking of Sasha, 1977-1986. My little Labbie girl.}