Sweet Ebenezers

Do you remember the first time you sang these lines in the beloved hymn “Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing”? “Here I raise mine Ebenezer, hither by Thy help I’m come.” Maybe you were curious about this strange new word that sounded like the name of someone’s great-great grandfather. Maybe you were a little annoyed…

Help Me!

“Help me! Help me!” We came closer to the pleading person as we casually trekked along downtown Indianapolis on our way to a coffee break. It was a balmy day, and our son visiting from Chicago and our youngest granddaughter were with us. Our son wanted to visit “The Oldest Shoe Store in the United…