David Milley

Homily

My father wove his sermons long. Sundays, when he preached, the congregation settled in. They knew he’d be awhile. First, from Scripture, a verse, then its story, then history, exegesis, and, at last, the moral. Nothing moved quickly in Dad’s tales. He spun homilies in empty air. My eyes blinked and crossed. I squirmed. Mom […]