
At this time of year, I'm reminded of the three years I spent in Mississippi. No, the autumnal stretch in the deep south, with heat and humidity that doesn't let up until late November bears no resemblence to the cool crisp days and the beautiful reds, oranges, yellows and browns of the Northeastern foliage. I think I'm reminded of Mississippi less by the similarities and more becuase of the differences.
As the trees gracefully prepare themselves for a long and leafless winter's slumber (for the benefit of my readers who've never ventured north of the Mason-Dixon line, there are trees in Queens), the result is a smattering of colors, the greatest painters on earth couldn't duplicate. Ya just don't see that in Jackson, MS. It's no secret that I love New York, and Autumn is but and one of the reasons I'm glad to be here.
Of course, there's another Fall that's in our focus in ministry that also draws a comparison to that which is its exact opposite. Just like a walk in Flushing Meadows in November surrounds us with reminders of one Fall, a walk down

Brief partnership update: I haven't mentioned my finances here lateley, but there are a few things by way of update, that bear some mentioning. I need to thank my supporters for their continuing support of my ministry here. Thank You and may God continue to bless you. I also need to menti

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