Praying in Restaurants
“Grandpa, we don’t pray in restaurants!” So declared my daughter to my father, many, many years ago. Our food had arrived, and as was his
“Grandpa, we don’t pray in restaurants!” So declared my daughter to my father, many, many years ago. Our food had arrived, and as was his
Good Monday to you. After much hemming and hawing over several half-baked ideas for today’s post, I’ve decided to re-post this piece. I humbly (re)submit
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