We’ve heard the old Tom Petty song “Free Fallin” a couple of times on the radio recently, and Aubrey has decided that she likes it. After all these years, I still like it too. But for some reason — probably the new association of it in my mind with thoughts of my 11-year-old daughter —…
"…that God may open a door (Col. 4:3)"
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It was written all over the sides of the park’s tube slide in permanent black marker — the kind of vile commentary you might find on the walls of a truck-stop bathroom. At first sight of it, I felt a surge of anger. Just lovely, I thought. Truly, nothing is sacred. Not even our neighborhood…