I Live In A Village Where People

In World War One, They Called It Shell Shock. Second Time Around, They Called It Battle Fatigue. After 'nam, It Was Post-traumatic Stress Disorder.

Loving Can Be Hard. Sometimes We Don't Feel Loving, But It Isn't All About Feeling. Very Often It Is About Will. Practice That If You Can.

I've Got A Lot To Download On Your Mercy And Grace. I've Always Rushed Up To You And Dumped Whatever It Was And Hurried Away, Fascinated By My Own Busyness. I Want To Turn All This Over To You Slowly, Carefully, Examining Every Fragment As I Pass It Off, So There'll Never Be Any Question About It Again. Every Time I've Dumped And Run, I've Nearly Always Run Back And Snatched It Out Of Your Hands. Help Me In This.......right Now, I'm Certain Of Only One Thing - That You Love Us, And That's Where We All Have To Begin.

I Live In A Village Where People Still Care About Each Other, Largely.

When The Trees And The Power Lines Crashed Around You, When The Very Roof Gave Way Above You, When The Light Turned To Darkness And Water Turned To Dust, Did You Call On Him? When You Called On Him, Was He Somewhere Up There, Or Was He As Near As Your Very Breath?