I'll never forget something I saw when I walked into the Smithsonian's National Museum of American Art in Washington, D.C. Just inside the door, in an alcove, was an arrangement ...

I know what a Miss America looks like, but how about a Miss Kingdom of God? Hard to see, isn't it? By the world's standard, I may end up ordinary. Should I care? In some cases, ...

As I go into a cemetery I like to think of the time when the dead shall rise from their graves. ... Thank God, our friends are not buried; they are only sown!