By Herb O’Driscoll
Time: Spring 801 A.D.
Early in the sailing season of the year 801 A.D. small groups of Viking warships slid out of the harbours of Avaldsnes and Skiringsalr in southern Norway. One of those squadrons headed due west for the Orkneys, then sailed around the north coast of Scotland through the Hebrides and the Shetlands until they reached Iona. The other sailed southwest for Lindisfarne. As they terrorized the small coastal communities the news of their cruelty went ahead of them. Continue reading “Risking The Tide”
by Herbert O’Driscoll
Scriptures for Reading: Luke 1:39-56
Dearest Cousin Elizabeth,
I apologize for not sending this letter earlier. I was exhausted from the journey home and simply had to rest for the last few days.
I think about you and pray for you constantly because I know you were very near to giving birth when I had to leave. As you know, I had no choice when the caravan came through the village and told us there wouldn’t be another for nearly a month. However I could see that you had friends ready to help so I’m assuming my prayers for you have been answered. Continue reading “Letter from Nazareth”
The compound where I worked before retirement is situated on a high mountain ridge in the western edge of the kingdom. In the distance on a clear day one can see the great gulf that is fed from the north by the Tigris and the Euphrates. Beyond the gulf to the west is the vast desert that stretches to the edge of Egypt, our ancestral enemy. Continue reading “The Star”
In the living room of our house – from which all four children have long gone to live their chosen lives – fitting snugly into the bay window, there is an old pine dough box.
Continue reading “The Dough Box”
By Herbert O’Driscoll
For four years – 1941 to 1945 – I was in a boarding school founded in 1673. Many years later, when we took our family to see the school, one of them remarked that it had not changed much since that date! However, my memory of it is not an unhappy one. There were periods of homesickness of course, especially in the early months, but, as with most things in life, they passed and one entered into the life of the school with one’s peers. Continue reading “The Company of Heaven”
All Saints. 2016
There is an old hymn, rather out of fashion now, that tells a great truth. It tells us that saints do not merely live in stained glass windows, and that you can meet a saint anywhere and at any time. You just need to have an eye for one when you meet him or her. Continue reading “The Bicycle Man”
By Herbert O’Driscoll
(a reflection on Jeremiah 32: 1-15)
In the year 597 BCE the most powerful military machine in the world of that time attacked Jerusalem. During the months leading up to that attack a single voice dominated the discourse of that small society. His name was Jeremiah.
Continue reading “The Man Who Invested in the Future”