a loving respect Like 0 Twitter Rick Stassi Follow Dec. 28, 2017, 8:53 a.m. in Religion Views: 288 Like us on facebook I sat often in the backseat of my papa's 1953 Buick - a beautiful machine, always driven with precision. It had a smooth sound and was comfortable in the expansive back seat, all mine. My grandmother was a special co-pilot - opening the garage and closing it. I sat on driver side of the backseat and looked at the wrinkles in the back of his neck. Several deep horizontal lines, like rows and rows of grape vines. Wrinkles created from farming - planting, pruning and nurturing in the field. The vines grow in the vineyard from a wild-rooted base. Grafted into a life of fruitful growth. The graft brought lineage and freedom from disease to its host. These memories are deeply rooted in my life, shaping future from the past. I long for and cherish such parts of life where God shows Hs masterful hand in our lives so we will always know He is there. Share Mail Messenger Twitter Pinterest Linkedin Comments Related Article Religion So What About Feminism? (Part One) Religion Promiscuity Religion Fear?