Packing Shoe-boxes for Samaritan’s Purse: What I’ve Learned in 20(ish) Years

I couldn't tell you which was the first year I ever packed a shoe-box for Operation Christmas Child, or what age I was. But I can recount with the precision set aside for warm, happy memories what it felt like. It happened at my church, and it was dark outside. I stood over what any … Continue reading Packing Shoe-boxes for Samaritan’s Purse: What I’ve Learned in 20(ish) Years

Valley Summers And Chicago Autumns

Elizabeth Kipps

MURPHYOnce upon a time, there was a girl named Lizzy, who loved two baseball teams very much. The first team was in her own humble home town, bringing joy to all who lived there year after year (especially to Lizzy). One summer, a young ballplayer named Daniel Murphy traveled far from his native land to play on the other-side-of-the-mountain for Lizzy’s teams fiercest rival. All season long, Daniel Murphy punished his opponents with bat and glove. Under the sinister charge of Coach Cabbage-Head, the rivals finished their regular season at the top of the standings, and Daniel Murphy was crowned king among all the league’s players.

Even though Lizzy’s team suffered at the hands of the rivals (and especially Daniel Murphy), they were not afraid when it became clear who they would face in the postseason’s second round. Thus followed a battle most bitterly fought. And lo! On the bats…

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