A Sermon at Shepherd of the Hill Presbyterian Church in Chaska, Minnesota.
“I have always been bemused by time and place. I am a toddler on a train listening in the night to the eerie sound of the train whistle and the constant click-clacking of the wheels. Where were we? Where are we going – and why, just my mother and I?”
“We are all in transit. But from where to where and from when to when have become less and less my questions.”