Still No Honor in Your Home Town
About a year and a half ago I wrote about an NHC resident who first met me when I was about 16 years old, and who persisted in talking to me like I was still 16 and in serious need of...
Read MoreOver 300 Visits for the Year
In the past few years, we've averaged visiting about 300 people. This year, with almost a quarter of the year left, we've made 314 visits to date. Not all are remarkable; most are...
Read MoreNot Without Honor . . . Except in Your Hometown
I've written of her before; she is the aunt of a high school friend. I have been in her house dozens of times, but not for over forty years. Now she is a permanent resident at NHC, and...
Read MoreOld Home Day and New Home Day
Old Home Day: "I think I know you," he said. "You play the banjo, and used to box in Golden Gloves." That Golden Gloves part goes back a long way, to about 1968 or 69. I had...
Read MoreDeep, Shallow, and Bone Dry
Deep: The man and his wife are both retired from vocational Christian ministry. I don’t mean to say that sets them on a pedestal over Christians who work in other fields, but just...
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