Weeping may last for the night, but a shout of joy comes in the morning. (Psalm 30:5) It was Saturday and we were in church. A big city church sat back on one of Portland’s wooded corners. Imago Dei. Image of God. Two years of Latin and I still had to look that up, just to be sure. The woman with the sophisticated and expertly coiffed gray hair stopped me as I approached the Ladies Room. She called me by... Read more