In one place, there was a new wooden church, which, having no steeple, and being yet unpainted, looked like an enormous packing-case without any direction upon it.
The fact that in his book he is twice called the prophet (i, 1; iii, 1) leads indeed one to surmise that Habacuc held a recognized position as prophet […]
`My parents would drop dead if they knew,' she said.
If these children have been their parents' gifts and teachers, then these stories shared by struggling but resilient parents is a gift to all of us. They hold a mirror to our own perceptions and to the influence—good and bad—that we can have on those we are trying to help.
