I exited the University of Louisville hospital and hot-footed it up Chestnut Avenue toward Norton Hospital. I had suddenly changed courses, and having started in another direction, I quickened my pace. Although I had made a spontaneous decision, I had a reason for my journey. Earlier that morning I had arrived to pray for a …
With my arm draped around my almost five-year-old grandson, I draw him close as he munches on his cheese burger. We’re nestled in a booth at his favorite fast food restaurant. Then, his question: “PopPop, you won’t let any mean man get me, will you?” I know why he asks. Not long ago, we had …
One of the deacons in my church prefaced his offertory prayer this past Sunday with a pray of another kind, not one having to do with the offering itself but nonetheless a most appropriate prayer for the hour in which we Americans find ourselves once again. After mentioning the recent bad news about one person …