Come . . . and Dine

Early morning sunrise is one of the best parts of the day, especially if you’ve been up all night, don’t you agree? After fishing all night, I’m sure the disciples were ready to call it a night, especially when they hadn’t caught a thing. It was time to go home. The evening before, some of Jesus’ disciples had been together. We know there were seven of them, but we only know some of their names: … Read more

The Lily in the Valley

Hidden Lilies The rake clears away fall leaves and winter twigs, leaving fresh white blossoms peeking out from under newly grown leaves.  It is spring, and I am surprised again when I discover Lily of the Valley blooming in my flower bed. After all these years, you’d think I’d remember these flowers.  Somehow I never do. By the time winter is over, another year has come and gone since these flowers last bloomed. In those … Read more

On Gardening and May Day

It is May Day eve, and it is raining hard. For hours, the sky has threatened its downpour, and now it has come. I hear the pelting on the roof and I hear the wind. Inside, I am safe and warm. And tomorrow? Tomorrow is May Day. Tomorrow, the sun will shine. Tomorrow, “the flowers will appear on the earth, for the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the … Read more

Memories of Chicken Gravy and Faith


Fifty-five years ago today my papa went to Heaven.  I was five; he was fifty-seven. When you lose a parent, you want to know more than you yourself can remember.  It  helps if there are others who are willing to share their memories of the person you are grieving. Over the years, I gathered bits and pieces about my father.  Sometimes it happened in unplanned, casual conversations.   Several times I was able to learn … Read more

A Pie for the Deacon’s Wife

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You know what amazes me most about this story?  The fact that someone committed herself for a year.  A gesture done once is great.  But a weekly gesture – fifty-two of them?  Now that’s commitment and caring.

I have never forgotten the story, even though I heard it a quarter of a century ago. It was the daughter of the deacon’s wife who shared it with me.  I think you’d like to hear the story, too.

Somewhere in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, there was a country church experiencing conflict.  This church wasn’t much different from any other church because there were people in that church. And where there are people, there is sin.  And with sin comes conflict, resulting in pain, hurt, and anger. It’s a shame to have to say that these things happen, but they do.  

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