Dear Saints in Santa Fe, and other far-off places, Greetings in the name of Jesus Christ. “These are the most radical, political, revolutionary words ever uttered.” The words spoken on the pitcher’s mound in the spring of 1979 were not these.  I was a catcher for the College of Wooster baseball team, we were playing Wittenberg University and, at that point in the season we had the best record in all of college baseball, 30-1.  ...

Dear Saints in Santa Fe, and other far-off places, Greetings in the name of Jesus Christ, who holds compassion for all God’s creation. A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on. These words by poet Carl Sandburg have stayed in my mind, word for word, for some forty years and they come back to me every time I think of our new Infant Care Center on the third floor. ...