A Sunday and a Season
It's Sunday and my seat will be empty. That seat there next to the preacher where I stand and raise one hand in worship and slip the other into his…
Wednesday in the Word
When my fever flew to the heavens, and the shaking wouldn't cease, and the hacking howled high and heavy, I knew in those dark hours of the night that I…
That Son
So it seems as though I'm full blown sick. It's knocked me flat on my backside, made me grateful for healthy seasons, and given me a fine excuse to drink…