Sermons by Michael Lucas

Last century I had the privilege of growing up surrounded by four generations of mymother’s family. My great grandmother lived with my grandparents across the streetfrom our house. I still have a vivid memory of my great grandmother Zura, short for herfull name Missouri, seated in a bentwood rocker, attired in her Church of the Brethrenblack dress, talking to her pet parakeets. I spent many summer weeks in the 1960’s with my mother’s father on a Christmas Treefarm he had…