For almost twenty years, I sat with my family in the same wooden pew every Sunday morning. Ours was on the right side of the middle aisle, four rows back from the front. We sat at the left side of the pew, my father, my mother, then me. My aunt and uncle took the right…
Every few weeks I encounter a minister on the subway. They surprise me, a sudden voice projecting from the far end of whatever car I’m in. These sermons occur more often on colder days. Heat and humidity seem to limit the Holy Spirit aboard the MTA. I’ve heard variations on the Anointed Word ranging from…