I Sit Where They Prayed

It is moments like this; sitting in a 300-year-old Baroque cathedral on a pleasantly-uncomfortable wooden bench in the center of old-town Vienna as a group of Slovak men sing the Credo of an Ordinary accompanied by the pipe organ, when this city sweeps me off my feet. I am writing in my notebook and will... Continue Reading →

900 Years of Sunday Silence

Ok, Landsleute, Let me just say: to have people not gawk awkwardly at your name tag is a bittersweet thing. Sweet, because having people awkwardly stare at your chest is weird and uncomfortable. Bitter, because I loved the role I played as an awkward little American missionary, and it was with that name tag I learned to love the... Continue Reading →

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