My Sunday School group is made up of some of the neatest people you would ever want to be around. Don’t let it be said that we VPs are old or dull or staid. No indeed! We want to know what, who, why, how. We are as curious as cats. We may look on life with […]
Nov 22, 2014
A Misty, Moisty Morning
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A quiet, cloudy autumn morning. The maple leaves are a faded orange; most of them are on the ground. The crepe myrtle’s branches are nearly bare. Trees, gray sky, and damp ground seem slow to wake up and get started with the day. So am I. Maybe a second cup of Folgers will help. Even the water […]
Nov 21, 2014
The Toils of Tertius
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Writers have always had an important place in the grand scheme of things. Yesterday morning while reading the concluding chapter of the Book of Romans, I noted that it was written, under Paul’s dictation and by God’s direction by a transcriber named Tertius. He was an early Christian martyr so this means that he was a believer who […]
Nov 20, 2014
Best Left Buried
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A reminder that the trivia contest closes tomorrow. If you need me to re-print the questions, let me know. An excerpt this morning from Best Left Buried. Grant’s truck roared to a stop beside my Escape. I ran to him and grabbed his arm. “She’s gone, Grant. I’ve looked and looked. Something has happened to […]
Nov 14, 2014
A Big Box of Beautiful Books
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They came, that box of beautiful books! These are not just any books but the Darcy and Flora Cozy Mysteries set in Levi, Oklahoma filled with interesting people you will surely want to meet. We can all remember the rapture with which we gazed on the newborn face of our children for the very first time. Not […]
Nov 13, 2014
Leaves, Books, and Red-tailed Hawks
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I have a riddle for you. What is not quite like a cozy but is still very good? The answer: The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie. This is a CD that Peg recently listened to and enjoyed. The author is Alan Bradley. Peg is looking forward to The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag. She hasn’t heard […]
