Intersections

In 2016, I spent three days in Chicago helping lead orientation for a group of 60 new students at Chicago Theological Seminary, where I worked and attended classes at the time. One crisp morning, we headed out to the 63rd Street Beach. It’s just a few blocks from the school. We stood in a long line, staring out at Lake Michigan and holding hands. As we watched waves crash onto shore, one staff member read…