Rules For Creating A Saner Planet
° Always, always wave when you meet someone in the alley, no matter the circumstances. ° When you pass someone on the sidewalk or in the grocery store parking lot, always speak to them, even if they are looking down or away. ° If your check-out clerk is wearing a name badge (they usually are), […]Read More..
Eighteen Years Later
On September 16th, 2001, something remarkable happened. It was the Sunday after 9/11, and it was one of the most memorable days in my 48 years of ministry. It followed an extraordinary five days in which our skies had been empty, and our hearts had been overflowing with sorrow. Our minds had been singularly focused […]Read More..
I talked with my friend Cashar Evans last night. He has lived in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, on the Outer Banks, since 1972. During that time, he has lived through twenty-two tropical storms and hurricanes. He evacuated twice, both times for monster storms. The rest he sat out. He is as experienced as anybody I […]Read More..
In early August, right before my annual pilgrimage to the Davis Mountains, I bought a new pair of sunglasses with outstanding optics and polarized lenses. I was shocked to discover how much better I could see with them. I was reminded of a trout fishing expedition in New Mexico a number of years ago. My […]Read More..
Driving back from Ft. Davis a couple of weeks ago, my grandson Liam and I passed a horrible wreck on Interstate 20 in which the entire car was engulfed in flames. We could tell that the driver’s side door was open, and this led to speculation about whether the occupant(s) of the vehicle had survived. […]Read More..
August 9 is my father’s birthday, and I have been thinking about him. He died in 1987 at the age of sixty-one, shattering my illusion that such a life force should live to at least ninety-four, which is what he would be today. I confess how deeply I wish he had lived to meet his […]Read More..
Sitting just outside the open-air tabernacle, I struck up a conversation with the grandmother sitting next to me. “How old is your grandson?” I asked, referring to the little boy she was holding. “Two,” she said, an answer I was expecting, but it proved to be a good conversation starter and an opportunity for me […]Read More..
Just shy of my sixty-third birthday, I began coming to grips with a personal flaw that I can no longer ignore or pretend is not there. Frankly, it is a private sin, and one about which I have never felt the need to make a public confession. Nevertheless, I’ve come to the conclusion that such […]Read More..
A More Excellent Way
Americans have become addicted to binary thinking, and it is destroying the fabric of our society. The tendency in America today is to see every issue as black or white, as right or wrong. It is the temptation to view every person as an enemy or an ally. This binary thinking is challenging the capacity […]Read More..