My mother and my grandfather talking things over on the porch of our house in Sherburne, New York, around 1965. Yesterday, I was responsible for writing and delivering “the prayers of the people” at the cathedral. First I spoke about the world: In these times of instability, insecurity about the future, and desperate attempts to hold onto power, one of the most precious and most endangered things…
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