He’s chosen to join us today. “I think I wanna come with you for third service.” That’s what he said on his way to Sunday School, so Daddy, he’s stopped

The sun’s blazing glory just there by the barn. Rounding the corner, I see rays kissing my spot of sweet solace, the BOS. The Bright Orange Swing. I sit in

It had been a lot of long months. Moses in the desert. David with the sheep, and our son, stuck away in a factory. He’d watched his peers, full of