FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 85

Corrina was an open book, and she couldn’t hide what was going on inside. I let it ride for a while, then said, “Awright, Corrina Belle,” I said, “two things.”“What are you thinking, Billy Ray?”“One, look at the last of the sun shinin’ right through those trees.” I pointed.

OUT TO PASTOR: Who has the license to drive me crazy?

I will confess that I am crazy, but I didn’t get there by myself. Somebody has been driving me crazy. When I use the word “somebody,’ I mean a lot of people.I didn’t always know I was crazy until a few years ago The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage looked at me and said, “Are you crazy or what?

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 84

We were wrapped up in our shooting lessons and the protests for a good while. Regarding the lovely’s lady’s protests, I was forced to pull Shakespeare and Doocy out of the hat simultaneously and tell her that “my sweet lady sho is protestin’ a mite too much.” In the excitement, we didn’t hear Mrs.

OUT TO PASTOR: It’s not always what I don’t know

I would be the first to admit one truth about myself: I don’t know everything.To quote a politician, “I don’t know what I don’t know.”That has been the theme of my life for as long as I can remember.It all began with my parents.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 83 continued

Her life would turn from being comfortable to complicated, and it happened with a single, harmless glance and a quick smile.

OUT TO PASTOR: Whatever happened to “My Space?”

When I was young, one of my life priorities was “My Space.” I defended it with everything I had.At school, I even had to go several times to the principal’s office and explain what “My Space” was all about.He didn’t seem to understand, and I had to explain it.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 83

We know Corrina didn’t always scoot over close, but she did that night as we drove home – our load lightened for a night, Corrina’s arm snugly around mine and showing no sign of letting go. We found the porch light on at her front door as always, but Mrs.

OUT TO PASTOR: A tribute to Ms. Gossips-A-Lot

I was sitting in the shopping mall this week, drinking coffee and taking a break. I don’t like going to the mall, but sometimes I have to go and pick up something for The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. While drinking coffee, I watched people pass by.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 82

That Friday night of July 1973 ended soon after we told the part of the car ride with my Uncle River that would change life forever. After that, we didn’t need any more words, not then.

OUT TO PASTOR: It was a snarly kind of day

Last week, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage had another one of her girl days with our daughter and granddaughter.Don’t let this get around, but it’s one of my favorite days of the year, including my birthday. It’s a day which I can do what I want to do.