Singing In The Rain…Literally!

  The dark clouds were rolling in.  Not a drop of rain had fallen since folks began gathering at Beacon Park for the last night of the three day Gospel Sing, even so, most everyone was calm, if not a bit jittery about the prospects of getting rained on at an outdoor sing.  We sat…

Hogs Like Southern Gospel Too!

The second night at Beacon Park was one that will be remembered in the books for years to come.  Yes, that has something to do with the title of this review, just hang in there and you’ll have a good laugh.  I promise!  This concert was on a Friday night and we made it there…

Where Is The Bus?

“Is the whole bus here?” asked little Andy.  It was late June and the Garren’s last bus trip came home on  Sunday, but from the folks gathered under the porch at Beacon Park Thursday evening, one would wonder if a big green Cavallo bus was in the parking lot somewhere.  The evening felt like a…

They Sang It Again

I sat still in my seat in the bleachers, eyes glued to the stage below.  In a few minutes, a once in a lifetime opportunity would walk across the platform and I would be transported back in time to a piece of history I missed growing up.  At least, that’s what I dreamed it would…

The Stories – New and Old

Georgia is a beautiful place.  Lush, green mountains, sparkling lakes and views that will take your breath away, but there’s something else that is just as beautiful as God’s matchless creation.  Honor.  Every now and then, you’ll see a community come together for a special occasion, but often, this only happens after a tragedy or…

Gold Sky Over Georgia

Pink and gold dotted the sky in a splash of color. A canopy of green spread across the Georgia Mountains…the first day of summer had yet to dawn, but the world was functioning as if it was.  Nestled in a field below, a wooden cross sat atop a steeple with chipped paint and faded color. …

You Think It’s Over?

Of course not!  Here’s the rest of the story…in photo format! First, we attended the McKamey’s church on Sunday morning… Yep, that’s our group from the bus! On the way home, the bus made a stop in Paducah, Kentucky to visit the National Quilt Museum. Before we left town, Ronnie took us for a ride…

The Prayer Breakfast and The Last Concert

The bus leaves at 8:15 AM…somehow, no matter how tired you are, when those words are floating around in your head, it’s hard to sleep.  Thankfully, on Saturday morning I didn’t sleep through the alarm and my sis and I were ready to be at the bus at 8:15.  I know you’re wondering, why do…

Cavallo’s, Cockroaches and Church

“Does everyone see that green bus up ahead on the side of the church?” Duane asked as we pulled into the Second Baptist of Clinton, Tennessee.  “We’ll go out the side door up yonder where that bus is…and make sure you get on the right Cavallo bus!  There are two here this weekend and that…

Bus Trips and Pork Chops

Grey clouds and drizzling rain joined the morning activities with a gentle patter.  It was a common Thursday afternoon in a little town, the usual travelers coming and going, the townsfolk going about their daily routines…until a green Cavallo tour bus pulled into the Signal station and parked at the curb. A few folks began…