“How playing piano taught me to pray” post from Presbyterian Outlook

It was one of my very first nights at seminary. Some new friends and I explored the town: walking the Princeton campus, crossing under the great stone arches, passing by the ivy-laden Nassau Hall, and landing at a local pub surrounded by many other college and grad students. At some point during the evening, I briefly left our table and went up to the bar to order another drink. While I was waiting, I noticed a gray-haired man watching me with a sour lip.

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Hi, my name is Katy! I am an ordained clergywoman and lover of all things tea. I write about topics exploring the intersection of theology, scripture, and history. Follow my blog to join me on this writing journey!

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