Harry spent time away from the Church he grew up in. Most of his adult life, in fact. As a young adult in the 1960's, he was dismayed by the various interpretations that resulted from Vatican II. Decades later when his wife entered the RCIA program, he came home with a voracious appetite for what he had missed and longed for after decades in the desert. Daily communicants, Harry and Ann were immersed deeply in the heart of our parish. From the moment I first heard him speak, I told him (and our Pastor) that his voice was made by God for proclaiming Scripture. His name soon showed up on the roster of lectors. My words are dwarfed by the great caliber of Harry's mind. I have been blessed to have him contribute many comments and a handful of blog entries under the anonymous moniker of Churchmouse. I'll let Harry speak for himself and you too will appreciate the blessing he was. His name will remain as a blog contributor for as long as this blog remains.
My Jesus, Mercy (one of +Ponderings+ all-time most popular)
Is Purgatory Empty?
Don’t Dust the Devil’s Tail (or Sister Maureen Thomas locks horns with Madison Avenue)
A Church Mouse Prayer
Love, Humility and Three Things You Should Always Say to Your Wife
Book Review: From Atheism to Catholicism
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