
I am writing this early in the morning of Easter Sunday, 2014 – in the 92nd year of my life. Easter fell late in the calendar this year. We have just passed through a severe winter, with snow depths measured among the highest in 150 years, and with more than commonly cold temperatures in thirty years. Last Thursday, we had a snowfall of about 12 inches that clung to trees and shrubs creating a fairy land of beauty, and a travel land of danger. Lateness of the snowfall caused a litany of remarks that were dungeon-like in conversations. Yesterday, I went to the church to coach my elder son in his reading of the conversion of the Apostle Paul, in… Read more