Having grown up in the Ozarks when the world was not yet so complicated, I’m often reminded of the gentler times–those magnificent days where there was always “room for just one more.” Besides our ready availability to others, there are other things that I remember and miss: Sundays were indeed a time of worship and rest. Weekends weren’t ruled by …
Simpler Times: Myth, Truth, or Perhaps… A Little of Both?
I love nostalgia. I think it’s because it calls to mind homespun values and simpler times. A few decades ago, the family was the heart of the home. Sundays were reserved for worship, neighbors helped neighbors, and tradition held meaning. We were less concerned with keeping up with the Joneses and more interested in the result of due diligence. We …