I have just returned from a week in southern Michigan where I visited with my two sisters. The temperature was in the mid-20s when my baby sister met me at the Detroit airport and there was some snow. At her house there was a lot of snow which her dog, a Great Pyrnees loved.
When you log onto the website of the Vermilion Historical Society you will see a sketch of what appears to be a primitive doll or perhaps an ancient finger puppet.
There’s no simple formula for revival, but there are clear biblical patterns that begin with a sense of spiritual need.
I finally had occasion to drive to the intersection of Hwy. 1 and Hwy. 70 where the recent tornado struck and it is an awful sight. LeBlanc’s Concrete business is gone for all purposes. One yellow hopper still stands but that’s about it. The Hardware store across the road is a mess.
Even though it is only 10 miles up the road from my house, I was only vaguely aware of the old Alexander Fontenot home until an architect from New Orleans told me that the family that owns it is talking about restoring it.