It was not a church building. It was a schoolhouse. As I remember, it was painted white. There may have been a dividing curtain inside the house so that when school was in session, the teacher of the early grades could separate her classroom from the teacher and children of the upper grades. A schoolhouse […]
Apr 17, 2024
The Sight of a Blind Man
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It was just another day in the life of Bartimaeus. He sat beside the road in the dust, the sun beating down on his head and back, hoping that a few kind-hearted people who passed by would give him enough money to buy food. That’s the way many blind people made a living in those […]
Mar 31, 2024
He Is Risen
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Can you imagine the joy of the Lord’s followers on that first Easter morning? The stone had been rolled away. The tomb was empty. Death could not hold the Son of God. He is risen. He is risen indeed! Because of Easter, hope stirs within us and our spirits open to the magnificence of new life. Because […]
Mar 30, 2024
The Easter Egg Tree
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The following story is an excerpt from The Heritage of Etta Bend, a story my mother told me about her childhood in northeast Oklahoma. The “I” is my mother, Susie Latty Day. Mom told me this story and I wrote it to be included in The Heritage of Etta Bend in 1989. It was spring, […]
Mar 29, 2024
A Special Friday
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How could the day that the Lord Jesus died have been called anything but horrible, heart-breaking, anguished? An explanation is that it was once called “God’s Friday” but through translation, was interpreted as Good Friday. Then, there is the German word, Karfreitag, sorrowful or suffering Friday. Whatever it is called, it is a day for us […]
Jan 20, 2024
The First Basic Right
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Tomorrow is Sanctity of Life Sunday, begun by President Ronald Reagan in 1984. It is a day to commemorate the sacredness of human life and call attention to the many lives lost due to abortion. I am unashamedly pro-life. I believe I’ve heard all the arguments from pro-choice people. I don’t wish to hear more. […]
