Last June, Shannan and I met Harry Moody along an Alabama country road. We were not looking for him, but we're sure glad we found him. A side excursion to the Jesse Owens Museum took us right by Harry's family farm.
There are thousands and thousands of people weeping over the recent catastrophes in Japan and many more left scratching their heads. We ask "Why?" and "What can we do?"
Work your fingers to the bone and what do you get? Bony fingers! Bony fingers! The words of Hoyt Axton's 1974 song are not too far off the mark -- if God is not in the work!
