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The presidency of Donald Trump divided my family the way it has many others.[1] The day before the 2020 election, a shouting match led to the termination of all such conversations with my parents to this very day four years later. I never thought that my family relationships could be harmed by anyone from the outside, let alone a political figure. My heart aches for the way things used to be, as anyone that knows me, knows how much I love to sit and talk with loved ones. I love to hear their...

The story is told of Fanny Crosby, that sweet hymnist of our country, of how it was that she wrote the lyrics to My Savior First of All. One summer night at a Christian camp in Western New York near Lake Erie, an aged Fanny was enjoying a summer evening on the porch in a rocking chair, when she was joined by one John Sweney, who was himself also musician and song writer. 

After sharing their love of hymns and Christian music together, Sweney lamented how such a fine Christian had been born...

Grandpa was a simple man, to be sure. A man of a bygone era. We call it the Greatest Generation, but we do not mean it for a second! For not one of their values do we continue to hold; not one of their morals do we continue to esteem; not one of their ethics do we continue to regard. Grandpa is a relic and his memory but a fossil; they are simply reminders of things from long ago which no longer have any consequence. His life was a vapor, and all the whisps have vanished. The preacher was dea...