p/c Pietro Torrigiano, John Fisher as a Young Man, Wikipedia. This is a letter I composed from one real bishop to another—the Bishop of Durham to St. John Fisher of England—but fictionally, some time in the 16th century. Your Lordship Bishop John Fisher, I greet you in the name of God, the most Blessed Trinity.  And I, Bishop Cuthbert Tunstall, the Bishop of Durham, have been asked by Our Lord and King in his great mercy to grant you one last chance for you to re-consider your way of thinking, nay, for you to fall in line with the guidance of God under every bishop in England, except yourself.  As [...]

This is a fictional letter I imagined from niece to uncle somewhere around the Mediterranean in the first century. My dearest beloved Uncle John, I write you in the love of God who is One, and our family who misses you greatly.  At least, most of the family misses you.  As you know, it has been four years since I have seen you.  My mother (your beloved sister) tells me you are living across the Great Sea with the mother of the rabbi.  But there are also horrible rumors you have been taken prisoner to a strange island of the Hellenists. If this rumor is true, who is taking care [...]

This is a modern re-writing of Fyodor Dostoevsky's "Grand Inquisitor" as found in his 1880 novel "The Brothers Karamazov." When Our Lord returned to 3211 4th Street in the northeast quadrant of the District, He was not placed in a dungeon.  The USCCB secretary took him to one of the sterile but well-lit classrooms.  In a professional manner, she told Him that He could sit anywhere.  She added on the way out the door, "And thank you for your patience until the bishop arrives." She turned with a pursed smile and re-entered her office near the main-entrance of the USCCB.  The classroom door closed softly but firmly behind her.  Our [...]