The Great small Church

The Great small Church

I am a fan of Walmart. I admit I like the idea of one stop shopping and everything I could possibly want being under one gigantic roof. But the other day Jakson (my grandson) and I stopped in Haynes Hardware. A small store in our neighborhood that has snow shovels piled next to rat traps… Continue Reading

7 Actions of a World Changer

7 Actions of a World Changer

I need to confess to a couple of things. First, I am not a world changer. I mean, I want to make a difference. I want to help people where I can. But I never imagine myself having a very big impact.  Now here’s the 2nd confession. I was raised in a pretty legalistic church and I have a… Continue Reading

A Thanksgiving Story

A Thanksgiving Story

In the beginning (No, not that beginning!) In the beginning with Chonda and me there were four of us, me, the oldest boy followed by three stair-stepped sisters, Chonda being the usually loud one in the middle. We lived pretty close to both sets of grandparents and what seemed like hundreds of cousins, many of… Continue Reading

The Other Side of Forgiveness

The Other Side of Forgiveness

We celebrated yesterday. Jon-Mical has graduated from 2 allergy shots per week to just 1. Happy day! We went to the Donut Palace, our favorite classy joint, for chocolate covered donuts with sprinkles. Mimi, Jon-Mical, Jakson, and PoppyC. WooHoo! At one point Jakson (2) turned to Jon-Mical (5) and said in a voice filled with… Continue Reading

The Saint In You

The Saint In You

I’m painting the picket fence around our backyard white. It’s not a big yard but there sure seem to be a lot of pickets. I decided to get a paint sprayer and do the job a lot faster. It really worked. Big bucket of paint, long hose, lots of air pressure, and the next thing… Continue Reading

God’ Song

God’ Song

Music, and singing, and the song have always been close to the heart of God. Some writers suggest that the Genesis story that begins, “And the earth was without form and void” could easily be interpreted “and God sang over it.”  God has always been about singing. He chanted the stars into existence, and whistled… Continue Reading

Finsh Strong

Finsh Strong

I ran this morning. Some days it is smooth and effortless, gazelle-like. (At least as gazelle-like as an old, gimpy, pudgy guy can be.) Today was not one of those days. I was sore at the beginning, winded by mile 2, and pretty much ready to never run again by the time I had finished… Continue Reading