Farewell to a sweet life season

  Like the sweeping arc of a lighthouse beam, illuminating, for one glorious moment, some unutterably lovely scene, a beautiful season of life will soon end for our family. Our six grandbeans can no more race the three hundred steps between their parsonage and our home, the shortest legs pumping …

Far too close…but God!

Maybe you were in one of the northbound cars I met on Highway Nine between eight and eight-thirty that Monday morning. You couldn’t have known, and neither could I, that with every rotation, all five bolts on my front tire, driver’s side, got looser. That at any moment every single …