It was a good thirty minutes past bedtime when I walked by my son’s closed door and heard a sweet sound. “Waves of mercy, waves of grace…” he sang quietly to himself, not knowing he had an enraptured audience on the other side of the door. At the age of four, he is…
Read moreVisions of Memorial Days past are running through my mind. Marching in or standing on the curb watching patriotic parades in honor of our fallen soldiers, flags waving, Veterans saluting as Old Glory passes by. Homes decorated in patriotic buntings of red, white and blue and the smell of charcoal…
Read more“The poor man died and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried, and in Hades, being in torment, he lifted up his eyes and saw Abraham far off and Lazarus at his side. And he called out, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy…
Read moreAs a young child, I can remember when watching television was very easy and uncomplicated. We had three local channels to choose from and then there was the educational channel where you could find Sesame Street and Mister Rogers. Sometimes the reception would get fuzzy, but all we had to do…
Read moreI was huffing and puffing as I ran up the hill. With the end of the sidewalk in view I said to myself, This is it. I am not going to turn around and run this path again. I am tired and I am ready to quit. Running is over…
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