"I would like to close with a story from my childhood, about my family, growing up in the heart of rural Alabama. One day while growing up outside of Troy Alabama, I visited the home of an aunt of mine…Aunt Seneva.  Aunt Seneva lived in what we called a shotgun house.  At night, you could look up through the ceiling of this old shotgun house – and count the stars.  When it would rain, she would get a pail, or what we used to call a bucket, and catch the rainwater. She didn’t have a manicured lawn; she had [READ MORE]

There once was a little boy who decided he wanted to find God. He knew it would probably be a long trip, so he decided to pack a lunch -- four packs of Twinkies and two cans of root beer. He set out on his journey and went a few blocks until he came to a park. On one of the park benches sat an old woman looking at the pigeons. The little boy sat down beside her and watched the pigeons too. When he grew hungry, he pulled out some Twinkies. As he ate, he noticed the woman [READ MORE]