In a recent trip to Lafayette, Louisiana, during the holidays, Norma Jean and I enjoyed walking to a park close to Kenny and April’s house. Little Miles likes to be outdoors. Loves the park. And likes to go to a nearby “free library.”
The “library” is a little free standing house a block from the park. A lovely older couple built it and placed in their side yard next to the street. There are always some children’s books in it. And even a bench to sit down and read. So when you’re at the park Miles always says, “Go to the library?” Continue reading
Like most preachers I receive notes, letters and drawings from children. Most are very sweet, cute and encouraging. However, I’ve never received any notes quite like the ones complied by this unknown author. Supposedly these are actual letters written by children to the preacher.
Dear Preacher, I would like to go to heaven someday because I know my brother won’t be there. Stephen. Age 8, Chicago Continue reading
Friday. A day we anticipate. The end of a work week for many. The last day of school. The beginning of a “week-end’ to have fun. Friday is a time for High School football in the fall. And basketball in the winter. Emails are sent saying “Happy Friday.” Friday is synonymous with good times. Continue reading
I recently came across a true story by Richard Fairchild that was published many years ago in the Christian Reader. It was called “Priceless Scribbles.” He tells about a father who touched his son’s life in a unique and unexpected way.
A young boy watched as his father walked into the living room. He noticed that his younger brother, John, began to cower slightly as their dad entered. The older boy sensed that John had done something wrong. Then he saw from a distance what his brother had done. The younger boy had opened his father’s brand new hymnal and scribbled all over the first page with a pen. Continue reading
You’ve heard of Children’s letters to God? Someone has collected letters and notes from children written to the preacher.
Dear Preacher, I know God loves everybody but He never met my sister. Yours sincerely, Arnold. Age 8, Nashville. Continue reading
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