A Pentecostal Sunday
This is yesterday afternoon, a gorgeous February Sabbath, and that’s my grandson writing a message in the light snow on the Floyd River with the
This is yesterday afternoon, a gorgeous February Sabbath, and that’s my grandson writing a message in the light snow on the Floyd River with the
There is a photo hanging above the piano in my dining room, an old black and white that shows the first parsonage I lived in,