I remember as a small boy sitting in a small country church with seats in auditorium style that you flipped up when you got out. Outside the window, where I sat, some wasps were buzzing around in the sunshine. From time to time one would fly in, then back out the window. People were fanning themselves with fans donated by a local funeral home; they had pictures of Jesus on them. My dad was preaching and he spoke of two houses, one built on sand and one built on rock. I could not understand why anyone, even a fool, would build his house on the sand. In Sunday school we sang a song that went: "The rains came down and the floods came up." I recall we moved our fingers like it was raining and the "house fell flat." Maybe you have heard the song.

Bedford, Indiana (my home town) is famous not f…