Remembering the Best
The rustic wooden lodge reverberated with anthems of praise. Melodies came from more than 150 men, men who refused to compromise and settle for mediocrity. I felt God’s presence. In my heart I saw angels among us, adding their perfect pitch to our feeble notes.
Tears rolled down my cheeks and I remembered moments I once knew but might have forgotten along the way.
Where It All Started
This year marks the 10-year anniversary of my column “Introducing the Why,” the very first of which was entitled “The Best Spiritual Times.”
I was a senior at Union College, with plenty of those times fresh in my memory. …