Jan. 15, 2006; edited July 2025 "I Don't Believe It" John 8:46 Which of you convinceth me of sin? And if I say the truth,...

James 4:13-15 Go to now, ye that say, To day or to morrow we will go into such a city, and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and ge...

The days are glid­ing swift­ly by, The days so bright and gold­en, In leaf and flow­er the sum­mer writes Her po­em sweet and old­en. Mrs. L...

Through A Glass Darkly There seems so little I can know As on this darkened path I go. The future looms, a fearsome ...

Taken July 6, 2025 from our front door. The rain that wouldn't stop. Dear Friend, July has been a strange month this year. So many ...

Psalm 30:11-12 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; To the end t...