OUT TO PASTOR: How old is too old?

One of my grandchildren asked me quite a penetrating question this week.Everybody knows how perceptive these little people are, especially when they are around big people.“Grandpa,” one of the little people asked, “how old are you?

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 73

Red drove up about a minute after we did. When we pulled onto the job site, Doocy jumped right out, still not having said a word to anybody except for his “nuttin’,” and he didn’t bother to holler at me to “grab thet wheelbarrer there and brang it o’er here” or anything else.

OUT TO PASTOR: I’m not old – just young challenged

Most people are fascinated by their age as if it makes any difference in their lives. Some people are very intimidated by getting older and struggle against it. When I was young, I couldn’t wait to get older. I couldn’t wait until I was old enough to get a driver’s license.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 72

Sounds of skill saws screeching and the mortar mixer roaring made the brick job sound like a train was coming down the tracks blowing its sharp whistle.Monday mornings on the job never started off quietly.

OUT TO PASTOR: Ugly is as ugly sees

I was sitting in the middle of the shopping mall, drinking a cup of coffee to settle my nerves.I don’t like going to shopping malls, but The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage sent me – to get a new dress shirt for Sundays.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 71

Sometimes, Cheyenne would put all the pieces together and pose a question that would make me think.

OUT TO PASTOR: Aches, pain, and another year older

It’s hard to believe another year has already started. How many of these new years can a person have without going crazy?The past year was rather challenging. I had some health issues, not too serious, but aggravating all the same.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: I love to tell the story

Welcome to 2025. Christmas is past, but not really. If you’re like me, it sticks with you until well after July 4, or somewhere around there.

OUT TO PASTOR: And then it all came to an end

Time has a way of getting ahead of me.Just when I think I’ve caught up, I find out I was wrong.The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were sitting down, relaxing after a wonderful Christmas activity with all the kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: Hope the lady on the side of the road is home for Christmas

And then there's my favorite column we share around Christmas.More than 20 years ago, we first told the story we are about to share together. Sometimes, our favorite stories are the simplest, aren’t they? They’re the ones that run out to meet you in the front yard.