Finding Comfort

As a child, my biggest fears were thunderstorms and nukes. The thunder is obvious, of course. But I also grew up in the sixties when every school child knew the Russians would obliterate us one of these days. When a new subdivision went up, one of my friends whispered...

Can You Hear Me Now?

      I’m going to sound like a grandmother now. One of those women who walked to school as a child — ten miles, uphill both ways. This latest snowstorm has reminded me of the one we had back in ’72. Nineteen-seventy-two, in case you...

A Cup of Water

This week our church is hosting more than one-hundred missionaries from a dozen countries for our annual missions conference. Our goal is to give them a few days of rest and refreshment, a few hours of peace and quiet, and a good dose of friendship and support away...