As For Me and My House

Off from the main street of Sioux Center, Iowa stood a small house, in fact, it was a very small house, actually consisting only of a small living room and a still smaller bedroom, with a lean-to for a kitchen. I knocked, and then stooped as I stepped through the kitchen door. On the opposite side of the room, with a table between them, sat an elderly couple. As was customary, he was spending the evening reading the Bible, one chapter after another. Across from his sat his wife, busily engaged...