I’ve been on the road for, oh, hours today–general store, laundry, liquor store, take Patty’s car in to the shop, bank… and supermarket. It won’t be easy to catch up on my work.
But first a hymn!
Requested by “Thewhiterabbit,” Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, sung by the immortal Etta James, with background sets by God the Father. We used to sing this song at Y Camp. Still brings a tear to my eye–but it’s a good tear, and I don’t begrudge it.