In the meadow, we can build a snowman
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
He’ll say, “Are you married?”, we’ll say, “No, man
But you can do the job when you’re in town”
Later on, we’ll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we’ve made
Walkin’ in a winter wonderland
(This is part of a series of short stories that belong together. You might want to read Most WonderFul Time first, but it is not necessary. Many of the characters in that one and this short story will continue to pop up over the next couple of weeks.) The Monday after Thanksgiving, this year…
Why was I laid on my mother’s lap? Why did she nurse me at her breasts? Had I died at birth, I would now be at peace. I would be asleep and at rest. Job 3:12-13 (NLT) Read: Job 1, Job 2, Job 3, I Corinthians 14:1-17, Psalms 37:12-29, Proverbs 21:25-26 Relate: Life is full of suffering. Some understand…
THE RIVER WALK 