What God loves anyway

Zero degrees Farenheit. The official temperature in the valley below our mountain house yesterday morning. Keith and I didn’t go to church but not because of the weather. We both have colds. When I’m stuffed up, snuffling, hacking, and blowing my nose, I feel pitiful....

Scrooge is still Scrooge

I sat in our truck at the bottom of the mountain road, checking for an awaited phone call and sorting the mail I’d just picked up. One piece of mail in particular provoked a sigh. It had been long day; I was running late. There’d been traffic in Charlottesville on my...