A brief post mid-vacation. I’m struck, here in the Great Smokey’s, with the symbiosis of creation. I simply see cycles, circles and endless connections everywhere, from trees to seasons to insects below and birds above. This place has held much pain and joy for us
I’m Like You I’ve seen through the years, This gift of fatherhood, Played out in Our relationship, Our friendship, Your leadership, My followership, My childlike hope that someday I could be like you. I think it worked. I think the hope Met the prayer, which
Yesterday, our small town engaged in the Love Your City experience, as churches all over our town took to acts of generosity that celebrated the goodness of God toward people in our little hamlet. Carnivals, BBQ’s, car washes, playground painting, chocolate giving and many more
The diner was clattering with the usual din of conversations, dishes clinking and droning radio in the background. As we sat, young son and father, eating our breakfast, you could hear the dialogue at a table a few yards away. “Gonna hafta take that tree
Dot is the crossing guard at my son’s elementary school. She’s been the crossing guard for our elementary school children for decades, and knows the birthday and name of every one of the children who have ever crossed the main street where she works. Dot
