ALARIC MARK LEWIS

After mocking Jesus, the soldiers stripped him of the robe and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him away to crucify him. As they...

When I came to Norwich I decided that I would stand outside the church for a half hour before my first service each Sunday. This gives me...

“My name is Marton with an 'o,'” he said in heavily accented, though perfect English. “There is no 'i' in Marton,” he continued with a...

Your name means “big shouldered” and I can believe it, since I saw a depiction of you crossing the mighty Nile on the back of a...

Reflections upon a stained glass window Your painted gaze bores holes in me. Seated on a throne, legs apart like an arrogant colossus,...

At the beginning of my third year in college, on the advice of my sister Kathy, I picked up what was at the time the latest novel of the...

At the end of July, 1941, something quite remarkable happened at the infamous death camp Auschwitz - an escape. Little is known about the...

I recently watched, for the first time in probably twenty years, Four Weddings and a Funeral, the 1994 film directed by Mike Newell and...

I am a fan of what I call extreme literature, by which I mean going to places which are significant to particular writers and reading...

When I was a child I spent a great deal of time with my grandparents — Grams and Gramps — at their humble little summer place on...

When Alaric first asked me to write a blog I must admit to having felt rather inadequate to the task. Though there are many examples of...

During my first assignment as a priest, from 1993 to 1997, I was the coordinator for the renovation of Saint Anthony of Padua Church, in...

My first year in the seminary my spiritual director gave me a book to read entitled Holy Man: Father Damien of Molokai. The book tells...

Last week - Tuesday to be exact - I skipped an entire night of sleep as I, anxiously glued to my iPad, watched the American election...

Yesterday my family gathered at the Prairie Heart Institute at Saint John’s Hospital in Springfield, Illinois, where my sister Kathy...

In Alfred Hitchcock’s 1963 classic The Birds, the tranquil life of the small hamlet of Bodega Bay, near San Francisco, is shattered by...

Thirty-five years ago my family packed me up and sent me off to Sweden, so that I could broaden my horizons with an experience of living...

In the early hours of June the 12th, at a dance club in Orlando, Florida, USA, a man walked in and began terrorising those there, in the...

I have spoken quite often of my love of The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame. If not at position number one, it is certainly always...