God’s Poetry again

A year ago, when I was in my hometown, I stopped by the Starbucks on Manchester Expressway, not far from the junior high I attended. I was there working when I struck up a conversation with a young soldier. You know how I am. We talked about his growing up in Montana, about his being [Read More…]

A Tale of Two Brothers

There was only one chair available. It was stuck in a corner, near the guy in uniform. Anyone sitting here? I asked. No, he said. Mind if I do? Not at all. In Columbus, Georgia, soldiers in camo gear are a common sight. “I hardly ever wear mine out,” ┬áthe soldier told me later. “Whenever [Read More…]