Father Tim and his wife Cynthia are housesitting on an old farm, and there's plenty to keep them busy. Between dust storms and keeping track of the animals, it is becoming difficult to stop and count their blessings. Then, high atop a nearby mountain, a tremendous challenge presents itself. An old, abandoned church is in need of immediate revival--if Father Tim is up to the task.… (more)
Light from Heaven If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven, Then, to the measure of that heaven-born light, Shine, Poet! In thy place, and be content... --William Wordsworth
For my sister and brothers, Brenda Wilson Furman, Barry Dean Setzer, and Phillip Randolph Setzer, who helped me become better than I might have been... And in memory of Clarence Bush, beloved younger brother of my grandmother (Miss Fannie), who perished in World War I, and all the brothers and sisters who have given their lives in mortal conflict and are lost to us forever.
The first flake landed on a blackberry bush in the creek bottom of Meadowgate Farm.
He trotted toward the farmhouse, Barnabas following in the path he made through the high, green grass of summer.