I’ve written before about those sanguine moments before the cares of the day gripped my mother, and even before that, when she was sleeping and I would stand at her bedside, the quiet in her face extinguishing my own fires. 441 more words
Texas, full of small towns that are only made smaller by the size of the state. Towns that have yet to be hit over the head with any sort of awakening, held by the traditions of people who were born blissfully ignorant into a much less blissful world. 288 more words
Thoughts from Bryan Alexander on Campus Mergers. It tracks with my post from this morning on eCampus Weekly, Consortial change - it takes more than missionaries.