I once met Billy Graham. That’s probably not a unique statement. With all of the crusades or revivals he held in his lifetime and the millions of people who attended them, there must be thousands of people who can say, “I once met Billy Graham.” With his death announced yesterday, however, I played through that…
Terry’s dad had been in declining health for some time. The docs didn’t really know what was ailing him. He was 85 years old and perhaps they decided that that, along with a lifetime of smoking, was enough explanation. But it would have been nice to know. He had been a sharecropper his entire life.…
I really was trying to be upbeat about it all. Sitting there on a hospital bed waiting to be prepped for rotator cuff surgery, I was very thankful to be getting the attention I needed to have. I had to fight my way in to see the orthopedic surgeon because of clinic and insurance rigmarole…
The preacher must have felt as though she had drawn the short straw. Among the seven evangelists gathered in the sanctuary this afternoon, she had been given a passage of scripture that, summed up, was called Condemnation. “I didn’t want to preach on condemnation. I wasn’t sure what condemnation meant,” she said, “so I looked…
It always takes me a bit to fully understand people who speak with an accent as a result of their birth in another country. It’s usually those for whom English is a second language but those from another country whose first language is English can pose a challenge for me too. I love British accents,…
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I don’t like dill pickles. Never have, never will. Once I tried a dill pickle and soda cracker diet (of my own invention). Didn’t work, of course. I think I figured if I ate something so sour it would spoil my appetite for anything else. That was an incorrect assumption. I don’t like fried pickles…
We once had a neighbor with some anger issues. Our relationship started out pretty well with me taking a casserole over to the house when the family first moved in. Little did I know that there were at least 12 to 14 people living there and four of them were adults. I fear my casserole…
Mom was a pretty good pianist. I have no idea for how long she took lessons, but after she graduated from high school, she didn’t walk away from her music. She must have played for her own enjoyment and that of others. By the time I came along, she was 39-years-old. I remember from my…
The art of letter writing is often a bemoaned lost skill. We look at history and see the deep value of handwritten, personal letters between leaders and their spouses. They give us insight into these people and their relationships which would not otherwise be chronicled. It wasn’t that many years ago when people still wrote…