Bittersweet Farm

They say that tucked away in a little mountain pass in Colorado is a very beautiful but humble chapel. It’s a lovely little church in a breath-taking setting – a gathering place – a place of worship for the people that live there. But it has no lights. It has only pegs along the wall. […]

When I was about five years old my dad had a week or two of training in New York City to be a military chaplain. While we were there our family lived in a very modest apartment. It was a different world from the Michigan farmhouse that was the parsonage of First Baptist Church in […]