Smith Museum of Stained Glass Windows. Chicago. 2009. Sunday Flooding Sunday in church I cried. It wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last, I don’t think. But this past Sunday, as our congregation sang “Holy, Holy, Holy,” tears rolled down my face as if I were chopping onions. Or grieving. I was […]

Smith Museum of Stained Glass Windows. Chicago. 2009. Sunday Flooding Sunday in church I cried. It wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last, I don’t think. But this past Sunday, as our congregation sang “Holy, Holy, Holy,” tears rolled down my face as if I were chopping onions. Or grieving. I was […]

Smith Museum of Stained Glass Windows. Chicago. 2009. Sunday Flooding Sunday in church I cried. It wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last, I don’t think. But this past Sunday, as our congregation sang “Holy, Holy, Holy,” tears rolled down my face as if I were chopping onions. Or grieving. I was […]