Easter was delayed for me this year. And while part of me feels robbed, I’m also at peace. Because I know that Easter will come again.
Larry House died last week. He was my first boss, hiring me for my first wear-a-shirt-and-tie-everyday job at the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Philadelphia in the development office. I will be forever grateful that he took a chance on me, a young, not-ordained, 20-something fresh out of seminary with lots to learn. Larry was aContinue reading “Do it now. Go say Thank You.”