A few years ago, while serving as a hospital chaplain, I received a call to a dying man’s bedside. Upon entering the room where a beautiful old man was breathing his last breaths, his son introduced himself to me: “Hi. I’m the oldest son, John.”
Does the divine expression, the word, really work? Does it make a difference in our lives and in the world? My yearning for the difference-making word drew me to James Crockett’s work in the Rogers Park neighborhood of Chicago.