Johnny Cash once sent me an old slave collar from Jamaica. It hangs over my desk. It hangs there like an evil thing, this curve of iron that round some slave’s neck curled and snapped . . . the slave long past, his collar worn rib-thin, rigid in rust as …
From sinking sand He lifted me, With tender hand He lifted me, From shades of night to plains of light, O praise His name, He lifted me! Gabriel January Twenty-eleven for me was the beginning of a sorrowful year. I had lost my husband the night before on New Years …
One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. Proverbs 18:24 It had been a very good day. You know the ones that almost have you fooled into thinking you might have caught up with things, when it happened. …
