Martin Wiles: When Life Changes
My wife talks with her mom nightly, but when her mom called at 8:30 one Sunday morning, we knew something was amiss. …
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↓My wife talks with her mom nightly, but when her mom called at 8:30 one Sunday morning, we knew something was amiss. …
Continue reading →For the first time in a long time, I had a large garden plot that produced well. When the spring crops finished, I planted purple hull peas. I had not planted them in some years, but I loved them and looked forward to cooking them and covering my white rice with them and the “pot liquor” (juice, for those not from the South). …
Continue reading →I had heard some of the students say it the previous year, and now I was hearing it again. In the eighth grade, they had been separated from the Honors class, and now in the ninth grade, they were separated from eighth-graders who were taking the same high school course they were. …
Continue reading →Make sure the path you’re walking leads you to God…
Continue reading →He touched the door. Then he paced ten steps away. Dropping to his knees, he placed his hat on the ground for tips and pulled an instrument from his tattered jacket. With recorder flute in hand, the man played Silent Night, The First Noel, and Drummer Boy. I was enthralled by his passion, and the angelic sound resonating from his instrument. Passersby stopped long enough to listen. Passersby scarcely noticed him. A mother dropped a coin in the overturned hat. A teenager handed him a water bottle. It was my chance to talk to him.
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