NOVEMBER 22, 1963

I had been an ordained Presbyterian minister exactly five months and was serving my first congregation, the Presbyterian Church in Dyer, Indiana, a small town in the Calumet region of Northwestern Indiana, 30 miles from downtown Chicago. I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing that morning. I was at my desk […]

More thoughts on the “Dream”

Fifty years ago I had what I now know was a conversion experience. It was the summer of the March on Washington and Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech. John F. Kennedy was President, and after passively adopting my father’s odd Republicanism – he was a blue collar railroader, a member of […]