Loving Arms

Memory is not my strong point. Sometimes I can remember every word that was said, every movement made, but that is few and far between. Normally, my memories are fairly vague and frequently associated with a feeling or impression. However, there is one distinct memory that I still hold on to, from when I was about 10 years old.

Amazing Grace

Recently, the message on Sunday included a history lesson about the writer of the hymn "Amazing Grace". I had never known that the writer, while at the time of writing was a village clergyman in England, had been a slave trader and sailor of such bad behavior that he had been not only imprisoned in … Continue reading Amazing Grace

A Memory

When I was a thirteen years old, I had a job as a feeder at a horse farm and stable. After school, before dinner, I rode my own horse about a mile to the farm, fed all the horses, and then rode back home for my own feeding time. One day, I was so tired … Continue reading A Memory