The love letter had been long in the making.
Its author wanted to make it just right.
The words had to be perfect.
The words had to put at ease the restless heart of its recipient with a new promise.
A greater promise.
To remind the recei...
I want to begin today by reading a few paragraphs from a book by Mary Ellen Ashcroft, which was given to me recently.
In this book, she’s writing about an old photograph that haunts her.
Here’s what she writes:
“A black and white phot...
Have you ever seen glass being made?
There are two basic ingredients: Sand and fire.
You have a very hot kiln or oven and dump some sand into it, then it melts into sort of a lava, and when it cools again, and you will have glass.
In the parsonage dining room, I have a wonderful old, dark-oak table.
It was given to me by a friend who used to procure antiques,
and when I received it, it was already in poor shape for having spent a few seasons largely unpro...