This song speaks for itself. It came to me during the summer. The hook was a quote from a news
At long last, the new CD, FLAT TIRE ON MEMORY LANE is to be released shortly. I’m posting some of
I wrote this to our church back at the beginning of April. I hoped, like all of us, that we’d
There is plenty of good work to do—beyond the ministries of the church itself, we have a world of opportunity.
It’s not social distancing. It’s just “safe distance.” One of our older ladies’ classes met with me Tuesday morning in
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