Remembering a Neighbor
One Holy Week years ago, I was wrestling the wooden cross into place in front of the church when a silver sports car screeched to the curb. Though we had not met, I knew it was the Jewish artist from down the block, Bill Fischer. He threw open the driver door and said, "You DO know that when Jesus had the so-called Last Supper with his disciples, it was really the Passover meal, don't you? It wasn't new!" I chuckled and replied, "Yes, I know that." And leaning the cross agai