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Personal Voice

Where Food Comes From By Daris Howard

Interesting results can occur when people from one walk of life crosses the boundary into the other. Now and then I watch as someone experiences what it is like crossing those boundaries.

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A Change Of Heart

At first Isaac balked at the idea of raising a child of the enemy who had killed his family. But he realized he needed Alexandra as much as she needed him.

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An Understanding Of Innocence

Isaac’s entire family had been killed by the Germans. He joined the war with revenge being his only desire.

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Forgiving the Soldiers Who Killed His Family

How do you forgive the soldiers who gathered your wife and children into a church, locked the doors, and then set fire to it?

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Only two miles from where I grew up was a dude ranch called “The Fun Farm.” There, overlooking the river, were nice campsites with fire pits and limited amenities.

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All of the fathers and sons in our small community were getting together for a camping trip on Father’s Day weekend. I did not yet have a son of my own, and even though all men were invited, I thought I would feel slightly awkward going by myself.

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My father was a presence, someone to be reckoned with, impossible to ignore, a standard of integrity, absolutely to be counted on.

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Frustration Turned To A Miracle

“You remember how you heard I was on the missing list?” John asked. “Well, I truly was missing for a few days.” He then went on to tell us his story.

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The Most Important Wagon

After the Teton Dam broke and flooded the valley, everyone busily worked to help those who had been affected. There was only one thing that I was able to do that made me feel a little like I was helping in the recovery effort.

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When A 2000 Pound Baby Throws a Tantrum

The calf, who had to spend most of the day tied up, was excited to regain his freedom. He tore around the pasture bucking, kicking, and snorting his pleasure. Jed named him Spunky.

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