One Sunday morning at
a small southern church, the new pastor called on one of his older deacons to
lead in the opening prayer. The deacon stood up, bowed his head and said,
“Lord, I hate buttermilk.”
The pastor opened one
Triumph over Tragedy
I picked up this book for one reason, we were facing giants in our lives. Not just one, as did David when he fought Goliath but an army full of them. In fact, it seemed that as soon as we finished one battle, another...