Norma Jean and I are currently enjoying some post-meeting R & R in the Smoky Mountains. Yesterday was a gorgeous crisp fall day. Sunny. Clear. And perfect for a drive to higher elevations and some walking.
Clingman’s Dome was our destination. At 6643 feet, it’s the highest mountain in the Smokies. From the observation tower, you get an amazing 360-degree panoramic view of the mountains. And on a clear day, like yesterday, you can see 7 states and over 100 miles. Continue reading
We’re back in Florida for three weeks visiting our kids and grandkids. And it’s hot. Really hot. Temperatures in the 90’s. Heat index over 100.
On days like these, an ice-cold glass of water and just a little breeze provides a needed respite and a refreshing break.
This morning in looking at today’s Bible reading, I am also reminded of the need for spiritual refreshment. Continue reading
My wife, Norma Jean, has a little devotional book that relates a neat story about a famous singer scheduled to perform in a Paris opera house. The event was sold out in a short time. 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
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
Kansas City, Missouri, is the home of Hallmark. The company is over 100 years old. And is an iconic presence in the metro area. One of the members of our church family works there. And by all indications Hallmark is a responsible corporate citizen in our community.
You’ve seen their touching commercials. Received their wonderful cards. And probably visited their unique stores. You know they have a special product. But the prolific author anonymous has composed a list of “Cards You’ll Never See at Hallmark.” Continue reading
This year is the 66th anniversary of Jackie Robinson breaking the color-barrier to become the first African-American to play Major league baseball. The release of the move “42″ and other MLB events have paid tribute to Robinson’s achievements.
His first season with the Brooklyn Dodgers was brutal. Jackie faced hatred nearly everywhere he traveled. Pitchers threw fastballs at his head. Runners spiked him on the bases. Ugly insults were hurled from the stands. And opposing dugouts. Even the home crowds in Brooklyn taunted him at times. Continue reading