Sunday mornings today are far different from those of my mid-20th century childhood. I recall here in the Bible Belt of the American South, most stores were closed on Sunday, and church parking lots were full. My family rarely attended church services, so I do not have any poignant memories of church life of … Continue reading It’s Sunday Morning in My Soul
Growing up in suburban Atlanta in the 1950s and 1960s, I recall how every Friday of each Spring, my family avoided eating out at a nearby fish restaurant (Rio Vista). I was told it was because Catholics ate fish on Fridays due to something called Lent. And Rio Vista was always crowded on Fridays. When … Continue reading It’s Lent But Easter’s Coming!