THIS MORNING WE ONCE AGAIN FIND OURSELVES BACK IN THE WARM, SULTRY CONFINES OF THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES. Yesterday we took our face masks and hand sanitizer and Kathy’s 45 miles per gallon hybrid and traveled to a sister church, the Cathedral of the Really Big Pines—Itasca Park.
AT THE CHURCH OF THE ISLAND, HARD ON THE CANADIAN BORDER, crows and ravens serve as alarm clocks and alert the congregation to the rising of the sun. It continues its journey, having already ascended over Fire Island and Montawk Point; over Manhattan and Niagara and Sault Sainte Marie; over Georgian Bay and Grand Portage, Pigeon Falls, Gunflint and Saganaga,
TODAY IS ‘JUNETEENTH,’ also known as Freedom Day or Jubilee Day. It is the day in 1865 that, two and a half years after the Emancipation Proclamation had freed African American slaves in the Confederate states, they were finally, officially proclaimed to be free in the last and most remote slave state, Texas. Its meaning is therefore powerful.