America

O beautiful for pilgrim feet,whose stern impassioned stress,a thoroughfare of freedom beatacross the wilderness.America! America!God mend thine every flaw,confirm thy soul in self-control,Thy liberty in law.

This morning at the Cafe

Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?  Which of …

Auld Lang Syne …

What a year it has been – and what a year it may be.  It amazes me how heartbreak and hope may be juxtaposed so close to one another, so …