Redeeming the dance
A half a century ago, I was a kid in a Sunday school class taught by a man who’d taught those classes longer, maybe, than
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December 16, 2011
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A half a century ago, I was a kid in a Sunday school class taught by a man who’d taught those classes longer, maybe, than
My wife, who’s now retired and therefore been home more often these days than she’s been in the 25 years we’ve lived in this old house,
Professor Helen Vendler says that Emily Dickinson changed the first word of the fourth line the poem “Safe in their Alabaster Chambers” from “sleep” to
Ten years ago maybe, my in-laws, then in their eighties, told us that they had simply mentioned to the pastor, as if in passing, that occasionally they’d
The house where we lived at that time is long gone, as is the tiny kitchen where I stood, phone in hand, listening. The call
Oddly enough, it may be my earliest intense memory. We’re at the village park for a family reunion, I think, and it’s fun–that much I
Your great-grandma says I talk like an old preacher, which is to say, too much. Maybe she’s right. She’s right about a lot of things.
Over the next several issues, Perspectives will be presenting “church reviews.” These reviews are intended to give a glimpse into what is happening in
In March, 1968, we drove all night long in order to get to Florida for Spring Break, Daytona Beach. When we got there–as I remember–it