Since the dawn of time there has been a roaring lion seeking to destroy good. He used to prowl like a shadow in the dark, but his attacks are now openly displayed every day. As the moral compass in America lost its own north, he crept into our sanctuaries.
By the end of the 20th century, we were seeing too many violent attacks on concentrated defenseless groups to ignore it anymore. Lives ha...
As I left our farm Friday, wheat harvest was in full swing. It will be finished when I return from Philadelphia on Father’s Day.
I can’t think of wheat without thinking of Grandpa. In conversations with my brothers recently, it became obvious we should all preserve our perspectives about him. No better time than Father’s Day.
Grandpa was born in 1897. My great grandmothe...