God, Hope & Helping Others
In September of 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry children and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone.
The boys ranged from three months to seven years, their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence we all feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway, they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave…
Twinkies and Root Beer
A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of Root Beer and he started his journey.
When he had…Continue