Poverty of a different sort


Never once when I was growing up, not even when I was a young adult, did I ever think about, or dare to imagine that I would come to Paris one day. A day trip to Atlanta, only eighty miles up the road, seemed exotic to me then. We never made trips to Atlanta to [Read More...]

Tramp for the Lord


I must uphold  my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out.  – Anne Frank- It is either an appalling thing or a good thing that I have walked more in the past 48 hours in Amsterdam than I did all of last year in America.  As [Read More...]

Praying for Prescott


  My daughter spent a couple of summers on a firefighting crew. I’ll be honest, it terrified me. The forests on these mountains surrounding us are dense. I’ve seen how one lightening strike can set a mountain afire.  I lived in a small valley town where the entire community rallied around those fighting the fires [Read More...]