In the late 1920s. my mother told me, my grandfather, her daddy, Henry Price took his oldest daughter, Katherine, to the hospital. The doctor said
Today I am beginning a series of blogs about songs, more specifically songs I have written. I want to write a little about their “births,”
This is the sermon I preached this morning, Christmas Day 2016, at 10 am at Vestavia Hills Baptist Church, Birmingham, Alabama. Merry Christmas to all!
Adapted from my newsletter column to the church this week at http://www.vhbc.com: As I was looking over past writings and came upon this one, from
A voice is heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more.