I was attending an old Presbyterian church in a busy southwestern city. I had completed an M.Div. (Master of Divinity) degree years before. That degree grants its recipients entry to the pastorate. I was not yet on that road—rather standing…
He was a tall man, in possession of very long legs. Bill Fry was a popular professor in the English Department of the small, Christian liberal arts college with its view of the striking Hudson River. The campus stood well…
The traffic was typically heavy on that April afternoon as I drove to the doctor’s office. As her practice, one she shared with one other physician, was some fifteen miles away, I had time to reflect on the recent weeks…
Victor Frankl wrote Man’s Search for Meaning more than sixty years ago. In it, the concentration camp survivor describes the horrors of that time in his life. What separates his moving account from other published memoirs of that period, is…