That Name Would Not Have Occurred to Me

That Name Would Not Have Occurred to Me

When I was nineteen I moved to Plainfield and rented an apartment a few blocks from Plainfield Friends Meeting where I began to attend meeting. Jim Wilson was the pastor. The Catholic priests I had known as a child tended to be distant, but Jim was gregarious, a...
That Name Would Not Have Occurred to Me

What It Is We Give Our Lives To

Well, it’s good to be back from my travels. I have one more trip, then I’m staying put for three months, or until Joan says, “Don’t you have to go to give a speech somewhere?” I was in Virginia last week with Episcopalians at a retreat. I walked over to the conference...