This week I’ve been feeling much like my namesake Jacob in that famous story about his divine wrestling match. All week I’ve had a knot in my stomach as each day’s news from Baltimore has unfolded. In anticipation of filling this space I’ve been wrestling mightily with what to say, knowing that not saying anything…
A couple of hours ago I went to 1948. A Hanover Saint invited a group of us into a time capsule to go with her to a lunch counter at a Woolworth’s in downtown Wilmington. We went there with her to get a cup of soup and a sandwich. We went in with her and…
Have you every considered your many identities? When I play the identity game it goes a little like this: I am son and father; husband and brother; neighbor and friend; cousin and nephew; servant and leader. Each of these identities represent different relationships; each relationship puts me in a different role. By the grace of…