Irony contains great truth—that America could be demonstrating its oldest pain so openly on the day celebrating Christian barrier-breaking contains a word from the Lord for us. Deeds, not words.
On Monday, Memorial Day 2007, Vickie and I went to American Village to attend the Gold Star Memorial Service in
So, two more little poems. I can’t help it. They just pop out. Whether they spread uncontrollably is, well, not up to me. Maybe a smile amid the little glimmers of loss that intrude on the day.
Songs and poems about mothers and mothering are an ocean of sentiment stretching back through human history. The bond of
When one day disap- -pears into the next without signposts hope erodes. Stop each day to cheer The heroes
I’ve begun a weekly short video devotional online called, “Looking Up.” In part I got the title from the King
This is a time of many “firsts.” I suspect this is true of everyone. Our church staff, like all congregations