Thanksgiving 1998 didn’t happen. At least, not in our home. It almost did, until…. Shelburne, Vermont was our home at the time. I served as the Pastor of the Baptist church located just north of the village, right off Rt. 7. The church held a traditional Thanksgiving Praise Service at…
Sitting by the window overlooking a swath of woods, my eyes scan the mostly bare trees, their branches a dark gray silhouetted against a light gray sky. It’s one of those gloomy November days when the sun’s been hiding since night faded into pale light, and color seems to have…
The air was cool and crisp, but not cold—the sun’s warmth kept any discomfort at bay. The occasional clouds were not a nuisance or obstruction; they added to the texture of the brilliant azure blue sky. Dry leaves swooshed and crunched beneath our feet. Those they had left behind on…
If I wanted to simplify things greatly, I’d say the difference between Mrs. Hughes and Miss Case had to do with appreciation. Mrs. Hughes was my 6th-grade teacher at Lincoln Elementary School in Niles, Ohio. When I walked into her classroom on the first day of school in September 1969,…
