I don’t know why everybody crams into the kitchen. But every time we throw a party or host a family gathering, that’s where people seem to end up. So last year, when we bought in Bloomfield, we got ourselves the biggest kitchen we have ever had.

Truth be told, I’d go back to Egypt in a heartbeat. Where I’ve been twice, dragging tourists behind me. I’ve descended into the bowels of the pyramids, claustrophobic though I am, singing in the darkened dungeon of that inner sanctum:

“Bless us and save us,” said old Mrs. Davis.
“Joy, joy,” said Mrs. Malloy.
“Mercy, mercy,” cried Governor Percy.
“Saints, preserve us,” yelled old Richard Purvis.

A colleague who has spent his entire ministerial life pastoring in the South, writes: