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Empty gifts I just wanted to see some giving for the heart. That Christmas season, Dave and I walked through a large room in the social services department. Tables were piled with brand new gifts for children. Local folks and organizations had given freely and graciously, wanting to provide children who had little with a good…
Easy Hospitality “There’s somebody pounding on the door,” Sandy told me. Two o’clock in the morning?! Who could that be?! The night seemed foreboding. Could this be a ploy? Looking through the window I saw only her, crying, “Please help me. I’ve been raped.” Cold, wet, and trembling, she rushed inside when I opened the…
Water. A rationed bottle of water for a friend. It has been five years, and she still talks about Rico – the boy who offered his rationed bottled water to her. It was her first time in an international setting with agriculture, a lifestyle that transcends every language, culture, and country. The Virginia Tech team of…
Cherry Pits and Piggy Banks The Boy He loved Pepsi, pancakes, cookies, and apple pie. He disliked naps, peas, and bedtime. Most definitely, he did not like church. In fact, he told us with a four-year-old’s directness that he hated church. He would say so every Saturday night and again on Sunday morning. “Why does…
Spring evenings Those cool spring evenings and cooler nights are some of my fondest memories of growing up, especially on May Day eve. That was when we went to the woods and gathered buckets and tubs of wildflowers from the river bank, the shaded woodlands, and the swampy marshes along the winding dirt road. 2017…
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