Appreciations

When I write of the chimes that float down toward my mother's grave, I am writing of the music that emanates from this church, Washington's Cathedral at Valley Forge National Park. On Christmas Eve, after spending time by her grave, my son and I entered the stone church and sat. We were the only ones there, the sun enriching the stained glass.

I close this year with that quality of reverence that a place like this cathedral stirs within me. I have been moved beyond measure by the goodness o...