What Does Your God Say About People Like Me?
Cycle A First Lesson Sermons for Advent, Christmas, and Epiphany
London, England, the Bloomsbury District, tenth floor of the old Ivanhoe Hotel, autumn, 1971. I was a young exchange student studying history, English literature, and such. Each morning as I looked out my window overlooking an alley, I noticed a dimly lit room in the apartment building opposite me. The windows were all sooted up. One pane was broken. And to keep the cold out someone had wedged a picture in the sash. Best I could see, it was the photograph of a man, very faded. Each day for three months I noticed that picture.