As she stared at the eBay site, the antique shop owner pondered how to value the weathered baseball card. Seventy-two-year-old Bernice Gallego had never heard of the team, so assigning a value to the Cincinnati Red Stocking B. B. Club was near impossible. Ten dollars was the minimum bid, so she chose that valuation and dismissed it in her mind. …
From Glory to Glory
“Show me Your glory,” I sang. From the depths of my soul, I craved Him Or so I assumed. “Show me Your glory,” I asserted. And went to religion with pick and shovel as a gold miner Seeking his fortune. “Show me Your glory,” I maintained. Perseveringly. Determined. I exerted to find the interior, Desiring the depths, …