She was born in the back bedroom of a small farmhouse in a little community called New Hope. It was the Great Depression—a season of want and worry, when every penny had a purpose and every blessing was counted twice. But in that quiet home, hope arrived in the form of a baby girl. No …
The little church I attended as a boy in East Tennessee could seat about a hundred people packed. The building was an old structure constructed in the mid-1800s with stained glass and hardwood benches that were surely built out of the gopher wood of Noah's ark.When it came to worship, there was no children's church. …
A Good Word 