Father Morris

a reflection written during grief for a priest mentor and friend

It was at an Easter Vigil at All Saints’ River Ridge that I think I began to get a small glimpse of the power of God. We were still worshiping in the Parish Hall. It would be named Morris Hall many years later; many years later after the All Saints’ Congregation had built the Church, Parish Office, Administrative Space for La Bonne Cuisine, and Bill had…