
My grandfather, Charles Gross, was quite a raconteur, noted for his tall tales and elaborate embroidering of things that had actually happened. He was a master storyteller. With a wry grin and a twinkle in his eye he would launch…
Read MoreWe are sometimes blindsided by moments of complete and utter terror. I remember such a night over at our neighbor Jorie’s house where several of us junior high school kids had gathered to watch a new TV program, “The Sea…
Read MoreIn the Passover liturgy, the youngest son at the meal asks the seminal question, “Why is this night different from all others?” The narrative of the Passover, the haste in being ready at a moment’s notice to leave Egypt, the…
Read MoreToday, my issue of the Living Church arrived and on the front cover was a picture of the “Harrowing of Hell.” This image is from the Icon Museum in Recklinghausen, Germany, artist unknown. In the Apostles Creed, one line reads,…
Read MoreThere’s an old song from the 80s by Boxcar Willie. Born as Lecil Travis Martin, one day sitting at a railroad crossing he saw a boxcar go by and in the door was a fellow who looked like his loading…
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