Across the street from us in the first house I grew up in, one of our neighbors was a retired teacher who was a rock hound. His cellar was filled with all kinds of strange things: rose rocks and hourglass crystals that were native to our state, and other rocks he had found on trips: fossils of fantastic sea creatures from the great inland sea that once covered the Plains, amber that glinted like the truculent eye of the tabby […]
The frightened fugitives in the upper room were transformed into powerhouses of evangelical grace .Inarticulate fishermen became spellbinding preachers. Marginally literate country folk became towering evangelists. Fair weather disciples became fearless martyrs for the faith.