Even though we are 1248 miles away, we were watching. Waiting. Wondering. Would tropical storm Isaac become a hurricane? Would it hit Tampa? What would happen if Tampa took a direct hit? How severe would it be? And why did we care from so far away? Continue reading
Monthly Archives: August 2012
Tuesday night I watched with interest several of the RNC speakers. The diversity was interesting. Not only from the standpoint of race or gender, but of speaking style and content. Probably the most interesting contrasts were the final two speakers–Ann Romney and Governor Chris Christie. Mrs. Romney presented a warm, personal and heart-felt plea for us to know her husband better. And Christie was feisty, fervent and fiery in his presentation. The governor had several quotable lines from his speech. One that I particularly liked was this statement. Continue reading
Neil Armstrong died last Saturday just two days following our 44th wedding anniversary. Norma Jean and I had only been married for 11 months when Armstrong made the historical flight on Apollo 11. I remember that Sunday evening. I had preached that day. And we returned to our apartment on Bearss Avenue in Tampa. Turned on our little black and white TV. We heard Neil Armstrong say those famous words, “One small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.” Continue reading
Did you hear the joke about a circus owner who was walking down the street in a tourist district and saw crowd of people around a table watching a show. On the table was a pot turned upside down and a duck tap dancing on it. The circus owner was so impressed that he offered to buy the duck from its owner. After some haggling the owner agreed to sell the duck and the pot for $10,000.
A couple of days later the circus owner returns to the owner. “Your duck is a rip-off!” He says angrily. “I put him on the pot in front of a big audience and he didn’t dance a single step!” Continue reading
This morning I am in Bowling Green, Kentucky. Later I will drive over to Morgantown and preach the funeral for my Uncle, James O. Gabbard. He died last Thursday at 91. He lived a full and exciting life. He was a Christian. But finally my Uncle Oval met his appointment with death.
Death. It is a sobering word. A cold word. A frightening word. We don’t even Continue reading
One Sunday night, he decided to use squirrels for an object lesson teaching the kids about diligence, preparation and planning. So he began by saying, “I’m going to describe something, and I want you to raise your hand when you know what it is.” The children nodded eagerly.
“This thing lives in trees (pause) and eats nuts (pause)…” No one raised their hand. “And it is grey (pause) and has a long bushy tail (pause)…” The kids looked at each other. But still no raised hands. The preacher continued, “And it jumps from branch to branch (pause) and chatters and flips its tail when it’s excited (pause)…” Continue reading