Yesterday I began a task that I’ve been putting off–cleaning out the closet in my home office. There are lots of boxes, some unmarked, and others simply labeled “memorabilia.”
As I began to sift through souvenirs of trips, family mementos, pictures and some plain junk, I came across cards. Stacks and stacks of cards. There were birthday cards. Anniversary cards. Valentine’s day cards. Get well cards. Sympathy cards. Thinking of you cards. And thank you cards. Continue reading
Last Sunday in an NFL wild card game, the Minnesota Vikings lost a heart breaker to the Seattle Seahawks 10-9. It was a classic case of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.
With only 26 seconds left in the game, Blair Walsh, one of the best kickers in the league, had a golden opportunity to be the hero by kicking a 27 yard field goal, a chip shot in the NFL. Instead, he became the goat. Continue reading
I watched them tearing a building down,
A gang of men in a busy town.
With a ho-heave-ho and lusty yell,
They swung a beam and a sidewall fell.
I asked the foreman, “Are these men skilled,
The men you’d hire if you had to build?” Continue reading
In his book, with the captivating title, “Even Eagles Need A Push,” Dave McNally tells about a man being awakened one night with a loud knock at the door. He rolls over and looks at his clock. It’s 3:30 AM!
“I’m not getting out of bed at this time,” he thinks, and rolls over. Then, a louder knock follows.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” whispers his wife.
So he drags himself out of bed, and goes downstairs. He opens the door and there is a man standing at the door. It doesn’t take him long to realize the man is drunk. Continue reading
When Kansas City, MO Police Officer Todd Templeton’s cruiser arrived on the scene where three kids were playing basketball in a local neighborhood, he had no idea that Samuel Lockridge would capture what happened with a cell phone camera.
But he did. And it’s a good thing, too. Because there’s no denying the video evidence. Templeton and the other two officers were caught red-handed!
Doing what? Continue reading
Living in the inner city of Detroit was tough enough on 8-year-old Ben, but it got even worse when his father walked out on the family.
Ben’s mother, Sonya, was determined to fight through the heartbreak, fear and financial struggle. Although she only had a third-grade education, she insisted Ben and his brother get an education. However, Ben was ridiculed in school and was nick-named “Dummy” by the other fifth graders. Continue reading
“Preacher, what da’ ya’ know good?” asked D. B. Whittle. This was always the first question the aged brother would ask when I went to visit him in the nursing home.
It’s been a lot of years since we lived in Palmetto, Florida. I was a young preacher. Learning. Growing. Making mistakes. But trying to get better. And the brethren helped me. Our family has great memories of those 9 years. Wonderful friendships were formed that exist to this day. Continue reading