Posts by Joyce McCullough

My pastor recently told a story about an insightful young boy he had encountered at an Easter egg hunt. This young boy named Michael eagerly shared his enthusiasm for his haul. “Look, Mr. Mark,” the young boy exclaimed as he…

  Several years ago I helped to present the music for an Easter sunrise service at a rural neighborhood church. As I arrived early that morning, I saw a small group of parishioners gathered behind the front door of the…

  Emily Dickinson described March as “the month of expectation, the things we do not know.” She also said, “A light exists in spring not present on the year at any other period—when March is scarcely here.” Even though it…

According to William Shakespeare, “That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Many people, especially writers, owe their livelihood to the recognition of their names. Unlike Louisa May Alcott, who supported her entire family…