I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Twenty-some years ago I wrote a manuscript called “When Sparrows Sang.” It consisted of memories of singing songs in the churches I attended the first half of my life. Basically relating to hymn singing or southern gospel songs sung by … Continue reading
The summer tradition had begun several years ago and was cherished by Todd’s family long before the tragedy occurred. Cyan had sweet memories of summer camps with candles burning until the paraffin gradually melted to the nubs. The elders would … Continue reading
Numbers 29:2 and others scriptures say that burnt offerings are a pleasing aroma to God. These scriptures have troubled me in the past. I would think, “Why, God, would you like the smell of sacrifices being burned?” I believe I have one answer. Let’s … Continue reading
“Why do you have Danny’s clothes in the bottom drawer and my clothes in the top drawer where I can’t reach them?” questioned Sammy to his mother. Danny was the older brother, two year’s taller than Sammy. Mom laughed as … Continue reading