Feeling as if I’m eighteen

Feeling as if I’m eighteen

Two Sunday’s ago, on All Saints Day, a few of us gathered in the church narthex between services. In the sanctuary, others were recording weekly devotions, so we spoke quietly. The church organist and I would play the second service prelude, then we...

Different Acoustics

Six o’clock last Wednesday evening, the mixed choir assembled to practice for the seven o’clock prayer service at Trinity, the church constructed in the late 19th century on the original property in Crimora, Virginia. The setting sun streamed through the stained-glass...

Snores and Etudes

Shortly after we go to bed, I hear his soft breathing and hope that’s how he’ll slumber throughout the night. Keith falls asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow, while I’m still searching for a comfortable sleeping position. Alas, tonight soft breathing...