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Archived BCH update: Maw Maw was a praying person. I remember as a child visiting at summer vacation and walking by her bedroom, peeping through the cracked door, seeing her sit…

A BCH story of hope: Kathy needs gas before she starts her work day. I promise to go before she leaves at 7:00 a.m. It’s dark and a little chilly as I drive to Sparky’s gas…

A BCH story of hope: As we looked over what was coming and what was going, Kathy casually said that my big green recliner was not going to make the move, and then she walked into…

A BCH story of hope: I grew up wanting to be a cowboy. The Christmas before my fourth birthday, I received a red and black Roy Rogers cowboy outfit with silver-banded Stetson, cap…

A BCH story of hope: Mom’s Saturday biscuits were worth waking up early to enjoy. When we visited as newlyweds, Kathy would rise to help her. The two stood at the kitchen island…

A BCH story of hope: In his book Tough Mercy , Mills Home alum Ted Chandler writes, “In January 1934, my brothers and I rode all day in a cold drizzle wedged together with our…

A BCH story of hope: Life is better when people sit around a table to share a meal. There is something at work that closes gaps and encourages goodwill. Given the chance…

A BCH story of hope: Three-year-old Emmalie leads me to a chair and takes her “stage” –– the bricked hearth in the family room. Facing her audience, she declares “I go to VBS!”…

A BCH story of hope: The toy wooden hammer from the Fisher-Price workbench makes the perfect microphone when granddaughter Emmalie takes center stage on the fireplace hearth. Her…

A BCH story of hope: The old black and white photograph shows me, not more than two years old, with an open-end crescent wrench in my hand. My dad stretches over the fender of the…