Old Friend . . . New Beginning

There was one big suitcase, as I remember. I muscled it on the ferry and headed for the mainland.  The weight was more than it should have been, almost as though there was a stowaway midst the clothing. Really, it was the finality of this trip and the months preceding...

A Prayer For My Buddies

I am most blessed to have men at my shoulder, at most every turn. They are godly men – they wouldn’t profess that of course. But I see what they cannot . . . their consistent, imperfect efforts to please and serve Him. They tell me that I am the same. Like...