Visuals: Mountain scenes

“Jesus wept” . . . over Jerusalem, not just over the Temple. Place matters.

We've made non-places of our neighborhoods and "places" of our temples.

I am a product of a “place,” a “place” called mountain culture. More specifically, my “place” is the Appalachian mountains of West Virginia, and the Adirondack mountains of upstate New York. That means I grew up with grits and gravy, pinto beans and stewed tomatoes, biscuits and apple butter. We ate supper, not dinner. And we said things like, “I’ll be there . . . Lord willing, Jesus tarrying, creek (crik) not rising, Moses not prohibiting . . . “  

I don’t know the last time I used that phrase, rarely if ever do I eat pinto beans and stewed tomatoes now. But you know, there is a part of mountain culture that stays …