Moshan Fani, in the Dabistan, or School of Manners,
tells how in Zardusht’s dream
the only light was the fire of a kind of purity
burning like a star far beyond
the dark side of ordinary evil.
She turns at the well, the pot on her hip,
resting before filling it,
lifting it, returning home. The Pool of Siloam.
Hezekiah’s Water Tunnel,
Our new, low, brick ward building is about a mile from my house. It’s an easy walk there, on clean, neat sidewalks, through a young development of nearly identical ranches and split-levels in the suburbs…
Dear friends, I received the news about the fire from Mary Johnston at work Monday morning. After clicking open a few images and reading Steve Rowley’s wonderful tribute, strong waves of grief welled up inside…
Dear friends, It has made me shed tears all over my keyboard to read these notes from so many of you with whom we’ve shared wonderful times in the Cambridge Chapel. I have the experiences…
How I’ve enjoyed your memories, especially of the bright and beautiful people and the warm acceptance!
The chapel on Longfellow Park held so many, many family memoies and history that I feel as though a part of our family is gone. My grandparents were some of the people who were instrumental…
My mother just emailed me to let me know about the fire; and although I am typically a lurker on this site, I have to write a few words simply because I associate this building…
I attended the University Ward from 1997-2000 and then the Cambridge Second Ward 2000-2002. My younger brother now attends the Cambridge First Ward and called me Sunday morning (my time) with the shocking news of…
When Leo said yesterday, “The Cambridge church is burning down,” my first words were, “Oh, no. I hope they can at least save the organ,” a modest but serviceable pipe organ—always a treasure in a…