I notice bumper-stickers. If you glance at my car this morning, you won’t see any, except a Rutgers 250 one. Once upon a time in my life, however, my car was festooned with them! My sister once looked at the menagerie of opinions on what she called my “preachy bumper” and quipped, “My! You sure have got a lot to say!” At some point, I stopped the practice, choosing not to raise the blood pressure of other drivers or some of my students and parishioners for that matter. But I still notice them. And they are everywhere, especially during election … Continue reading Her faith saved her