Faith, Fiction, Friends

When we first moved to St. Louis, we lived in a suburb that had two large synagogues or temples. In fact, we were the westernmost of thre...

The sea was a sheet of glass, no wind offering even a tiny wave, or a small whiteness riding a swell. Was this the Sea of Galilee...

The walk home was long across a landscape devastated destroyed afraid and he found himself having to beg because his money was ...

She couldn’t read a note of music but learned to play the old upright by ear, memorizing what she needed to know, songs and mos...

The man in the pew in front of me has a twisted collar, and he’s unaware of it, surely, or he would fix it, surely, or if he ...

No raindrops this Sunday morning, early August, only sheets of sunshine falling into unexpected coolness. The menarda stripped o...

You can’t consider the idea of the Sabbath for very long before you realize you’re dealing not only with the Sabbath but with the rest ...

Remember the Sabbath day    to keep it holy Remember the Sabbath day    to keep it whole    to slip out the last worship servic...

Almost 30 years ago, voters in Missouri had an initiative on the ballot to end Sunday “blue laws” – state laws that required most comme...

Perhaps it was the hummingbird hovering over the red salvia (they prefer the red to the blue) or the slightly gray-rained sky, ...

Sun penetrates a pane of glass A stray ray of sun slips through a pane of glass, spilling colors on a blank wall. The spill reaches...

Grace Grace: someone hands you an ice-cold bottle of water on a hot day; you welcome the wetness on your hand. Flowers ...