Author Archives: Marshall Ramsey

Somewhere north of Kosciusko, Mississippi along the Natchez Trace Parkway, two deer grazed in a frosty, moonlit field.  The smaller of the two bucks lifted his head and said, “Bubba John, you ever wanted to be something more than you … Continue reading →

St. John’s Church was in an old part of town.  It looked old. It felt old.  It even smelled old.  Because it was old.  The church, like the neighborhood around it, had seen better days.  It’s Rector, Father Thomas O’Neil, looked … Continue reading →