Neighbours’ Hope
As the Southern sun angles across the North, monochromatic green gives way, revealing sweet treasure in leaves of gold, and red, and orange, so Grace does for our souls.
As the Southern sun angles across the North, monochromatic green gives way, revealing sweet treasure in leaves of gold, and red, and orange, so Grace does for our souls.
January 17, 1991 My dismay began with a setting sun, Clear skies, and a red wafer on the horizon. Driving westward on I-20, news was proclaimed: we are dropping bombs from planes. My task, to keep the boys happy in…
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