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Beneath the old oak tree, framed in twilight, a lone silhouette, an old man with his box sat and watched while the graveyard spirits spoke of possibility and certainty. Who is he? Some say he is Peter waiting for the next soul, praying one of us in the cemetery will come to him. Some say he’s a figment, a representation of a life lived on earth, a faceless spirit of all who […]
We may think we are being true to ourselves when we shed the constraints of traditional values and morality, but in reality, we are simply allowing a new community to tell us who we are. Tim Keller It’s too general to say I am from the South. True Southerners never say this. When someone asks
Now life in Ira Ricketts’ day demanded a certain nimbleness. There were always distractions, interests of various kinds to draw one’s attention to fill any self-gratifying desire. A good day’s work meant money for a nice meal out, a special purchase, enjoying a day of unfettered pleasure or some reason to impress the gang. Time,
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Ira Ricketts was traveling to meet an important client one day and realized he forgot to turn the coffee maker off when he left the house. At this point, he was close to his destination and his realization meant if he turned the car around so he could check the coffee maker, he would be
