Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus…
(Hebrews 12:1-2)
I did not expect to be mentally ambushed by this song when I began to sing it with Anina, but that’s exactly what happened to me on line 3 as I sang “By His hands we all are fed.”
One practical tip to transform your Thanksgiving table by truly thanking God for this food.
I remember being astonished that Jackie Kennedy ordered bread flown fresh from Paris every day (I believe this was after the White House years). But the truth is, there are a lot of people in the world who would probably view our Thanksgiving habits in much the same way that I view Jackie Kennedy’s fresh bread habits.
“You should carry a gun.” My neighbor spoke the words at my kitchen table, above her cup of Sweet & Spicy tea. It was after nine at night. Anina was in bed, and Marnell was in his office. Our neighbor had stepped down the street to talk for a bit.
The gloom of the week was broken by a strange camaraderie with and admiration for three people I had never met. They shared value among the bricks of downtown Elkhart, and I was infected with their contagious hope.
It’s really nice for my online book shop that the mail carriers pick up my outgoing packages. Even though they are on foot, they pluck
In the evening light, I saw the girls cut into the street a block ahead of me, and I felt that surge of sadness that
