Notes From A "Church Kid"
This past Sunday was one of those “not so good days.” I’d had them before. As a matter of fact, this one seemed a bit like “de ja vu.” The day was finally quiet, and the afternoon sun settled onto its perch getting ready to spread its splendor over the community before melting into a sea of pink, orange, and yellow at dusk. Observing it from the eleventh floor of the hospital, we seemed far too close to its balcony during mid-day. Fall, down South has not intimidated the Sun