The Lazarus Lesson 2
Every individual with even as little as a crust of bread must make the decision to either eat it, save it, or give it away.
The Lazarus Lesson
If my memory is accurate, I was a young child when a stranger wandered into our farm yard one evening, on foot. This didn’t happen. Our farm was a long way from the nearest city, the nearest highway, the nearest railroad. A man in a long, dark trench coat was a strange sight on a farm set back from the gravel road by a fairly long driveway. I pretty much just stared at the visitor and tried to imagine who he might be and what he may want. Only a few sketchy memories remain in my mind about the words Read More
Life After Life
We were playing in the barn on our farm and, as per usual, I was exploring new things with my younger brother. I may have been about 10 years old. One part of our explorations led me to climb on top of a row of metal fuel barrels that had been converted into animal-feed containers with wooden lids. Once on top of the barrels, I could reach things that only adults could reach. The most interesting item at that level was the electrical fuse box that powered the lights in the barn. This was an old fuse box, and not Read More