Dear Shiloh Family, It was your typical kindergarten Christmas musical, complete with little red Santas, green...

Dear Shiloh Family, It was a brisk late November morning, and I awakened to the aroma of Paw Paw's Grainger Pipe...

Dear Shiloh Family, It was a brisk late November morning, and I awakened to the aroma of Paw Paw’s Grainger Pipe...

Dear Shiloh Family, It was Fall in the South and the night air was crisp and cool, but the tension was thick as...

Dear Shiloh Family, It was a game designed exclusively for Daddy and son. The three-year-old squealed with joy as...

Dear Shiloh Family, The two young ladies were quite animated and both intent on proving their point. The...

Dear Shiloh Family,  My newsletter this week is simply a call to prayer for our church family. I specifically...

Dear Shiloh Family, The Holy Spirit had been moving, and the service had gotten, in Southern vernacular, “out of...

Dear Shiloh Family, He was guilty. He had been caught red (or better yet, lead) handed. Sadly, he sat in his truck...

 Dear Shiloh Family, Every year Christmas morning came to the O'Neal house. Every Christmas morning there were...