Recently I’ve been re-reading the novella by Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It. It has been nearly fifteen years since I first read it

“Pastor, can I ask you a question?” Joe asked me less than five minutes before the worship service is about to begin.   “Umm, sure…”

They came from places called Sekitsch and Feketitsch, Werbass and Torscha—villages, towns, and cities in the Batschka and Banat. If you ask them in what