ALL SAINTS DAY? by Pastor Ken Rickett
Among my many experiences were four summers during my college and seminary years in which I...
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Some time ago I stood at the grave of a friend at Anderson Memorial Park, close...
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It’s that time of year again, when I think about this poem: WHEN the frost is...
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He walked in through the doors from the narthex of the church, where I had just started...
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A BLOG BY PASTOR KEN RICKETT One of the joys of the so-called “golden years” is...
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She was as colorful a person as you would like to meet; my first piano teacher,...
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It’s no secret one of my favorite places to hang out after a rehearsal, performance, church,...
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One day, when I was out for a neighborhood walk, I noticed two boys and an...
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24601: That is the number the prison gives to identify the man known as Jean Valjean, the...
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I was a small boy who could barely read when my mother began instilling in my...
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