When I first moved to St. Louis, I was determined not to like it here. I wasn’t going to make friends, wasn’t going to find a church, didn’t want to settle in this town at all. I was not a fan of St. Louis. But then I met some of these lovely ladies. And then they introduced me to more Lutheran women. And they were … Continue reading i’m not to be trusted
The word bored wasn’t (isn’t) allowed in the Dorr household. My parents never exactly told us that, but we knew—perhaps innately—it wasn’t a word we should utter in our parents’ presence if we ever wanted to see (a) the sunshine, (b) our friends, or (c) joy again. I wish that rule applied to the rest of the world. I also wish that we weren’t bored … Continue reading no, you’re boring
A couple of years ago, while proofreading, I ran across this little story about Wyneken, the second president of the Synod, and it made my heart a little happy: “When the settlers, who had already gotten to know him, saw him approaching from afar, they greeted him joyfully, congregated about him, and listened desirously to his comprehensible, heartfelt, lively sermon. Time permitting, several hours were … Continue reading a very welcomed pastor
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