by James Francis (Author)
It is said that "No man has seen the Father", but I have a different and True story to tell on that subject, and a few others. I found myself born in the early 1950's amidst the fall charm of the maple, elms and oak leaves that wave and fall upon the streets of Michigan. Raised and nurtured upon the daily bread of a large number of brothers and sisters, relatives, friends, butterfly nets, kites, lightning storms, snowmen and tree forts, paper, pen and schools, church, priests and nuns, and finally girls. Oh, and eventually God finds His way into the picture in an up close, in your face sort of way, which continues to develop as a fascinating (to me anyway) spin on literally Everything. In 1985 events lead me in to the picturesque mountains, lakes and hills of the Northwest, where I do gratefully reside.