A friend sent this to me today. Her father had it in some of his old papers. I don’t remember why I gave it to him. I sure don’t know why he kept it. Don’t even know what it meant when I wrote it 50 years ago. What I do know is that your words stay around for a long, long time. Choose them carefully. That’s the lesson for today.
Let’s start out with a confession. I am an Alexa addict. There it is. I said out loud what Doris has known all along. I am hooked on those little hockey pucks that sit all over the house and do what you tell them to do. “Alexa, turn on the hall light.” “Alexa, remind me… Continue Reading
Many, many, New Year’s ago I was a young, religion major at Trevecca Nazarene College (before it was a University.) I took a bunch of classes, some pretty good, some I didn’t care for much. But one of my favorite classes was taught by Fred Huff. Fred was on staff at Nashville First Church of… Continue Reading