He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
I can't sing. Really, I can't. Some people say that and then belt out Happy Birthday on key and pitch perfect (whatever those phrases mean). I on the other hand open my mouth and something other than singing comes out. I first became aware of not being a music prodigy when my fourth grade class... Continue Reading →
My parents attended an Episcopal church steeped in liturgical practices. Most male attendees were scratch golfers who wore pink ties even in the dead of winter. The women wore Lilly Pulitzer shifts with cable knit sweaters draped over their shoulders. Priests came and went - faster it seemed if they couldn't hold their own on... Continue Reading →
Shadows and Shelters 