Broken Commandments
Leaning against a fence post near the lane by the side of the road, . . . . . . was a broken plaque of the Ten Commandments. I assume that the rest of the plaque was there at one…
Category Faith is Alive and Well in America
The Good Ole Days Are Possible in Your Home
Yesterday Ray and I drove a couple of hours from Gainesboro to his hometown of Columbia, Tennessee, for a celebration. His brother Alan drove up from Tullahoma. The event was the 80th anniversary of the opening of Riverside Elementary School,…
The Powerful Teaching Tool of Singing
My first memory of singing was in church, the little country church where at least four generations of my Daddy’s family has been laid to rest. There in the midst of the creaking, wooden, individual theater-style seats and in my…
Thank You for Praying
I learned some news last night that encouraged me. It’s my hope that it will encourage you, too. Mother, Ray, and I watched a live teleforum called simply “A Conversation with Ben Carson and Kirk Cameron” (I have never mentioned Kirk…
From Confederacy to Civil Rights in Montgomery
Today I wrap up the stories of our July travels in the deep South. Early on a Friday morning we left, Mobile, Alabama, where we had visited the night before with Keith Currie, who sang in our wedding, and with his wife.…
“Reunited at the Altar of Faith”
Upstream from Natchez, Mississippi, is the city of Vicksburg which also lies along the Mississippi River. A key Union strategy during the Civil War was to capture the Mississippi River and thus divide the Confederacy. To accomplish this, Union forces had…