A theological education revolution

Time around my Grandma Mae’s table were holy moments for me as a child. Aunts, uncles, cousins and my family gathered there to savor made-from-scratch buttermilk biscuits, homemade blackberry jam, iron-skillet fried okra, peanut butter fudge and so much more. Grandma Mae’s gatherings defined for me Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, sabbath, kairos and heaven. Since she died, I have always missed the events that her presence and meals...