The World Seen Through the Lens of Faith
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph:
The thick white tablecloth under my little hands and the white cloth napkin tucked stiffly under my Adam’s apple reminded me of the linens I had once touched on the altar at our church at home. We had taken the long train ride from out-of-state to St. Louis, my young beautiful parents showing me off in my new clothes wherever we stopped. As we tramped, amazed, through the city, they marveled at my keen observations (for a five-year-old!) and winked proudly at the strangers that I precociously engaged. Weary from the day’s wandering, we finally reached the ultimate mecca of the trip, a restaurant co-owned by my father’s boyhood-baseball hero. The year was 1960.
"St. Louis Pilgrimage,"
Verbum: Vol. 12
, Article 9.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/verbum/vol12/iss1/9