FAMILY
DEVOTIONS
Summer mornings
on the front porch,
before
walking down the sidewalk to
supper around
the dining room table.
One of my
friends knocking at the
front
door. "Bring him in, Sam. Let
him join us." Late July in the birches
off Cream Hill Pond before a wooden
cross my old man put together: us
singing "Day is Dying in the West."
Sun setting over Gold Hill. Mosquitoes.
Before any road trip: "Lord bless our
coming and our going from this time
forward & even for ever more.”
him join us." Late July in the birches
off Cream Hill Pond before a wooden
cross my old man put together: us
singing "Day is Dying in the West."
Sun setting over Gold Hill. Mosquitoes.
Before any road trip: "Lord bless our
coming and our going from this time
forward & even for ever more.”
Sentimental. Weak theologically.
Liberal & Progressive. Mainstream
Connecticut Valley Presbyterianism.
Never the less.
one of
the students asked the class. Every
one
eventually owned the crime. Except
one.
Another wanted to know “who of you
guys
masturbate?” Hands went up around
the room
like the wave at a football game.
Anecdotal
data is all. No one asked about
drugs,
varieties of learning dysfunctional
diagnoses,
DUI’s, arrests, binging &
purging, cutting, compulsive jogging.
purging, cutting, compulsive jogging.
Fiction course. “A simple truth is nothing
but a lie.” Could have been American
Literature Survey. Starving liberal artistry.
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