Cara Ellen Modisett
Reflection, 5:30 service, Sunday, June 21, 2015
A little over a week ago, I was standing at the edge of the world, on a beach in South Carolina, and the sea was stormy, someplace. Whitecaps were visible as far as the horizon, the waves were noisy and rough, the wind blew sand until it stung and high tide had stretched itself up the shore almost to the foot of the sand dunes.
My niece and nephew, five and seven years old, had no fear. They raced through the...