Anne Lamotte, in her wonderful book “Traveling Mercies”, tells the story of her pastor’s best friend who – as a little girl of seven – got lost one day. The little girl ran up and down the streets of the big town where they lived, but couldn’t find a single landmark that would help her find the way home. She was very frightened, and getting desperate. Finally, a policeman spotted her, and surmising she was lost, stopped to help. He put her in the passenger seat of his cruiser, and together they drove up and down the streets of [READ MORE]

Fred Craddock tells the story of a baby being born on one of the weeks when it was his turn to serve as Chaplain at a hospital in North Georgia. Not many babies were born in that little hospital, so this was a big event and a large crowd was gathered in front of the windows to the nursery. Fred went in and joined the folks ogling the little infant wrapped in the pink blanket. She was crying up quite a storm, all red-faced and out of sorts. “Is the father here?” Fred asked. “I’m the father,” answered a very somber and [READ MORE]