The Crazy Man Wasn’t So Crazy After All

A Word of Encouragement from Elizabeth Handford “A crazy man lives there,” my girl friends would giggle as we passed a small house on our way to school every day. The “crazy” man’s house was on West Seminary Street, just four blocks from our home in Wheaton, Illinois....

Failures Forgiven and Forgotten?

I did not know the woman who knocked on the parsonage door one morning, but her face looked like a tragedy mask carved in granite. “I’ve come,” she said, “because I need to take back four words I said.” “Let’s have a cup of coffee, and you tell can me about it.” Her...

My “Unguarded” Strength Made Me Vulnerable

I didn’t want to join a handbell choir. I just wanted to see how good I’d be at it if I tried it. After all, I’d taken piano lessons for sixteen years, and I could “sight-read” a piece of music of moderate difficulty. So when a handbell choir came to our church, and...