On my last Sunday living in New York, it was a hymn that made me cry. I was leaving the city after almost nine years because I had fallen in love with a college professor in New Hampshire, and we were going to get married. The wedding would take place the following weekend, and all the details were set: the vows, the rings, the readings, and the hymn we would sing with our friends and family gathered around us. Written…
Ruth GrahamMay 1, 2013