After two years, I visited my ailing friend. Eventually, he asked for the Eucharist—and suddenly every word mattered.
As we unpack the same ornaments, read the same stories and entertain the same deep thoughts our ancestors did, we have every reason to be gloriously unoriginal.
I recently went to parents' night at my stepsons' school. Since then, I've been thinking about the parishioners I've served over the years.
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