Descent of the Holy Spirit
A moment from childhood that stuck with me.
A childhood moment popped into my mind the Sunday after Easter. I’m with my parents in downtown Cleveland in the late 1950’s; it’s summer and overcast. I’m nine. A bus is stopped in front of us and everyone has boarded. A few seconds click by, my dad mumbles something, and then a man in a suit comes flying across the sidewalk, the arms of his jacket fla…
