Mystic Monday: Maron and the Least Traveled Path

Believe, then live.

I had the occasion to meet an old seminary classmate the other day. We had studied together in New York in the 1980’s, graduated, were ordained and went our separate ways. I have not seen him for 39 years.

Our recent conversation started, I think, roughly where our last conversation had ended. It is odd how that can happen, as if time compresses itself u…