Enter the door as if the floor within were gold/ All of jewels of wealth untold/ As if the choir in robes of fire were singing here/ Nor shout. Nor rush. But hush. For God is here. — Orson F. Whitney
A poem printed on a card that was placed in a pew rack was my introduction to wonder as a child. As I settled into my seat right under the pulpit where my father would preach, I would engage in my own ritual. Lifting the card, with its...
