OUT TO PASTOR: Sir Procrastinate-A-Lot rules my day

I must admit that I procrastinate a lot. The biggest example is when I get up in the morning. I wait until the very last minute to get up.

OUT TO PASTOR: Money, money, money... where’s all the money?

I can’t keep count of all the phone calls informing me that I won millions of dollars and a brand-new Mercedes-Benz.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 78

“Did you ever tell Corrina the hard part about your daddy, Popman?” Cheyenne asked. “Even though you're telling the story to me now, it seems you are almost putting it off, as if you don’t want to ruin your story.”I had to work that thought in my mind because I knew he was onto something.

OUT TO PASTOR: Another week on my own

Several weeks ago, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage informed me she would be in St. Augustine with our daughter and granddaughter for spring break.As always, I really didn’t properly process this information.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 77

“I don’t think we ever had a bad Christmas,” she said after a moment, “not in all of our years. The Lord gave us that. It seemed that the little things were our kids’ favorites. We’d find a box of Life Savers, and the kids would rattle them around in their mouth for a month.

OUT TO PASTOR: There’s no place like home

Finishing my morning work, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage appeared at my office and asked, “Do you know what day it is?”I didn’t know if this was a trick question because she always puts a trick question before me.“I think,” my dear, “that it is Tuesday.”She looked at me, giggled, and said,...

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 77

Mama was waiting patiently when she heard the screen door slam behind us. I was nervous about Mama and Corrina’s conversation that night after we had talked about some of Daddy’s struggles earlier.

OUT TO PASTOR: Make room for laughter

After about two months in recovery mode, I had an opportunity to go to the neighborhood Publix. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a store, and I was happy to get out of the house and give The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage a break.While walking around, I noticed everybody seemed very sad.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 76

Billy Ray,” she started, then paused. I noted she changed from “Pup” to “Billy Ray” for no particular reason, but as precise as I’d learned she was, I’m sure she made a slight distinction in her mind.She turned a little to the side.

OUT TO PASTOR: How coffee has changed my life

Recently, I was sitting drinking a nice hot cup of coffee.