When I was little, one of the most exciting memories for me was my first trip to Fenway Park. I was young – 7 I think – and the thought of seeing my Red Sox, LIVE, and where they played, was almost too much to bear. At that time, in Boston, getting to Fenway Park was not so easy, and as one might expect the rural Vermonters did not have such an easy time of it. We got lost.
Readings for Today Have there been times where you have wondered why the resurrection Christ did not simply stay here on earth? Or why at key moments why God does not act in a tremendously dramatic way? I have. And I am not alone. Consider those taunting Jesus at his crucifixion. “If you are the […]