On Reverence and Being the Church

One morning during the summer of 2001, a list quietly appeared on the side of the refrigerator in my parents’ kitchen. The handwriting was the same as that on the dubbed Disney cassettes, home movie VHS tapes, and grandchildren’s names on scraps of paper carefully scotch-taped to sets of birth year coins. My grandfather hadContinue reading “On Reverence and Being the Church”