My friends from every age— I may not know their faces, but I have met their souls in frozen, concrete traces— inscriptions on a page. Father, thank You for writers. –Read more "Thanksgiving: Writers"
Father, thank You for friends— the lamp light on the dark road home that gilds the rocks before our feet and shines—seen or unseen— however far across the earth we roam, still burning past the line where darkness ends.Read more "Thanksgiving: Friends"
Investigate a life, and you will find the fingerprints of friends.Read more "Influence"