Georgian Bay Pilgrimage

I’ve been gone for a couple of days, on pilgrimage to Martyrs’ Shrine, in Midland, Ontario, of which I have written a number of times before, commemorating the eight Jesuits who were put to death in odium fidei by the Iroquois back in the mid-seventeenth century. The site of Saint-Ignace, where Saints Jean de Brebeuf and Gabriel Lalement met their end by tortures that evoke those of Nero his demonic fury unleashed on the first Christians, is perhaps the holiest place in Canada, a nondescript field, with three simple wooden crosses, and a covered stone altar.
The shrine itself has a

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"Feed My Sheep"

Neither Benedict Ambrose nor I emerged physically unscathed from his little cancer experience. B.A. has a long-term (if not permanent) bump on his head and I have two juicy rolls of belly fat, thanks to the stress and anxiety that B.A.’s tumour brought in its basket for little me. I have to say, though, that it’s only fair that if he had to suffer damage, then I had to suffer damage, too, for we are married and therefore one flesh, etc.

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