Looking at the world
You likely know the old cliche about always seeing the world through rose-colored glasses. In front of me as I type this column is a special pair of glasses through which I often attempt to view the world. Among the most influential people in my life was my father. Born in a coal mining community in southern West Virginia, he saw education as the means to a better life. He attained both collegiate and graduate degrees and devoted himself to ordained ministry in the United Methodist Church. At his ordination, his bishop told him it was his responsibility to “comfort the afflicted and ...