My 50th High School class reunion is history. It was similar to the stock market with gains and losses: weight gained, hair lost. Few looked the same. In fact when I entered I thought I had the wrong group. It looked more like a Branson, Missouri tour group than my classmates. Thanks to Facebook, and…
There’s a lot of anxiety involved in attending a reunion. This coming weekend is my 50th High School class reunion. I’m anxious that others will have changed so much they might not recognize me. I’m anxious someone might look at me and ask, “What happened to you?” I’m anxious someone might remember that I owe…
Before it becomes obsolete, let me say that my cell phone is a lot like the Christian life. When I tried to use it the other day the signal was low and when someone did answer on the other end, I would quickly lose them. Then I remembered! I forgot to re-charge the battery. At…
I’m glad man was not created until the sixth day of the creative week. Imagine how life would have been when “the earth was without form, and void (Gen. 1:2). I’m having trouble even imagining that as I write this from Whistler, in the beautiful, snow-covered mountains of British Columbia, Canada. While there is God-created…
Last week we celebrated Earth Day – a day designed to inspire awareness and appreciation for the Earth’s environment. Of the celebration of the first Earth Day, “American Heritage Magazine” proclaimed, “. . . on April 22, 1970, Earth Day was held, one of the most remarkable happenings in the history of democracy. . .”…
“Precious memories . . . how they ever flood my soul.” An old hymn. My Grandfather’s favorite; one of mine also. Last week I was back on the campus of my Alma Mater, Howard Payne University for the inauguration of the new President. Sitting on the platform in the newly renovated Mims Auditorium – “the…
Texas Stadium fell at 7:08 a.m. yesterday, in an implosion lasting less than one minute, triggered by a series of 55 detonations a half-second apart. I watched it on TV, the same way I had watched hundreds of Dallas Cowboy football games over the years. Most of the games were on Sunday and I was…
My parents moved to another city the morning after I graduated from High School. During my college days, when my friends went “home” it was to a place. For me, going “home” was to a place I’d never been before. Going “home” was going to people. I’ve reached the age where a significant number of…
The pastor was relieved that I agreed to preach in his absence because he said he had been turned down by seven others before asking me. Ordinarily that would be classified as an ego-buster. I’m not sure I’ve ever been the eighth choice before. However I was encouraged by the reminder that David’s seven brothers…
What comes to mind when you think of the month of March? The Ides of March? March Madness? St. Patrick’s Day? Mardi Gras? Texas Independence Day? Spring Break? Time Change Sunday? My grandfather, mother and grandson were born in March. If you were born in March, your flower is the daffodil. Sometimes we celebrate Good…