by Danny Couch
Joel and Jeff were my anchors in High School. I met them the first time my mother took me to church in the eighth grade. They invited me to youth group; as a result, we became best friends.
by Molly Goodrich
When I was in college, I took a poetry class. In the class, I wrote bad poetry, was surprised at the good stuff coming from the minds of the strange class mates, got disturbing, yet helpful advice about writing, fell in love with the way words could come together, and got to meet a famous poet. He even signed my book when he came for a live reading. It said: Molly, fellow poet, we sing the soul's deepest chords, Peace, Li-Young Lee. That's when I think my little obsession over words started.
Wednesday evening activities resume on September 11, 2013, beginning with meal at 5:30 pm.
A Special Worship Service will be at 6:15 pm, in Remembrance of 9-11.
by John Paul Carter
As I age, there's a growing list of things that I wish I'd learned in my youth - wisdom that I either ignored, was never taught, or had no need for at the time. As the German proverb laments, "Too soon old, too late smart."
One of those truths that I wish I had known earlier in my life is contained in the memorable words of the novelist Edith Wharton: "There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it."