I grew up in a home where my mother froze and canned fruit and vegetables for us to enjoy throughout the year. Though I never helped with this process while living at home, I did get to enjoy the results of my mother’s hard work while I lived there, and afterwards, as...

It’s still hard for me to believe that September 18 is my son Greg’s 50th birthday. Born as Gregory Scott at the Mary Breckenridge Hospital in Hyden, Kentucky, he entered the world on a Sabbath afternoon at a whopping weight of nine pounds. We were astounded by the...

It was time. They had sat around long enough and now it was time to clear out and move on. Two laptops of mine. One was over six years old and had served me wonderfully during my final years of working at a Church Conference office—taking it with me to camp meetings,...