I love my home and life in Conshohocken, just fifteen minutes removed from Center City Philadelphia.  I have been here for over 24 years.  I joke with my congregation that I will, if ever called elsewhere, make the place and people famous by way of sermon fodder.

They laugh knowingly, because I have drawn upon my first 27 years of existence in Boston, a locale that I have dearly loved.  I always considered that God had richly blessed me in a myriad of ways in what has been affectionately called the “hub of the universe.”

The hand that rocks the cradle shapes the nation is an old adage that is strikingly true.  Those who provide our nurture are preparing for the future, whether of a home or of a community or of a nation.  Our fragile natures require a proper nurture and a safe nest.    

Radio-host Dennis Prager recently listed the half-time shows of every Super Bowl since its inception in 1967.  Almost every one of them entailed a collegiate marching band well into the late-1980s … But then everything changed.