The aroma of country ham moves deliciously on the wind. A warm seventy-two degrees on this late March day at 10:10 in the morning and the sun pours through the windows of my temporary She Shed. Cracker Barrel is churning out boxes of carry out to those who dare leave the safety of their homes on this Saturday morning to pick up. Otherwise, no worries, I'm sure they will deliver those biscuit delicacies for you, hopefully tossing in a couple of blackberry jams. In the meantime, it suffices just to take in the aroma while feasting upon some goodness from His Words, which are sweeter than any blackberry jam from Cracker Barrel. Social media explains it. A few have all the answers, you know. You can always count on them. But to the faithful lovers and followers of Christ, it's a favorite verse of Scripture for such a time as this, a quote from our beloved fathers of the faith, a story of love and redemption, more positive than negative. A baby is born. A loved one dies, sadnes...

From day one of the "Sequester" my children and I have had our personal best way of staying close, especially since we can't get to each other, we can't touch each other, and we can't really see each other. Everything has transitioned to "cybernetic," which leaves a lot to be desired. So... this is my She Shed, my temporary Haven for Devotions, my Sacred Place where I meet with God and He meets with me. No, that is not "the Eye of God" in the picture. It is my Nissan, and with windows rolled down, the sun pouring in and a nice breeze of 67 degrees blowing across my face, I sit on the now empty parking lot of Cracker Barrel facing the I-385 where the 18-wheelers roll out to carry food and provision, medical supplies, surgical masks, and swabs, and respirators across this great land. For this is the essence of the War with the Silent Enemy, as our President describes it. And so from this Sacred Place, I can text my children, they can text m...