My sisters and I used to shuck peas and snap the ends off beans on hot summer days. My mom and dad would pick them by the bushel from our two huge gardens, and then we’d prepare them for my mom to freeze an...

If you follow Living Letters with any regularity, you might have noticed every month has a theme. The May first blog was the story of three hymnwriters. The next one was supposed to be about worship music, and th...

I recall once hearing an interesting anecdote about the infamous and loudly vocal atheist from the 1960’s, Madaline Murray O’Hair. Despite her insistence that there was no God, whenever she was troubl...

My treks through cemeteries a few weeks ago, left me thinking about many things—how fleeting life is, how u...

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven,” according to Ecclesiastes 3, including ...

I remember my parents discussing who gave more accurate news reports—NBC’s Chet Huntley and David Brinkley or CBS’s Walter Cronkite. Back then, the newscasters seemed often to give glimpses of t...