I arrived at Mass just in time to hear Hassan reading one of the Bible passages selected for the day's worship. I was so struck by his earnest demeanor and quality of his voice that I stood by one of the columns until he was finished. It was from Ephesians 2:1. Part of it went something like this ( Read more... )

John the Presbyterian has come and gone. He arrived at Grand Central Station on the 5:45 from Greenwich which was about fifteen minutes later than I had understood him to say that he would. It didn't matter much; everything else went without a hitch; it was the first sunny, warm-ish day in Manhattan all year. Things had gone incredibly well at ( Read more... )