The Sunday Night Blessing

      THE SUNDAY NIGHT BLESSING  “Hey, Mom, where is my shirt for tonight?”  Kicking off my tennis shoes, I struggled with my old jeans.   I was late again.  I guess I got carried away with the ball game at the park and didn’t notice the time. If I could have gotten to bat again…

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Fathers Of Mercy

        “FATHERS OF MERCY”   It was the “dog days of summer” and man was it hot, especially for Salem, Oregon. The berry crops had just about all been picked and the cucumbers were long gone, so time seemed to stand still. At the ripe old age of ten, each day stretched…