FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 40

Cheyenne knew by now that we were about to embark on the theme that would be the most difficult of the summer of ’73. He knew that when he asked, “Popman, did Corrina ever get to meet my great-grandma?

OUT TO PASTOR: Second thoughts can be dangerous to my health

Many things in life can be rather dangerous.For me, the most dangerous things in my life are thoughts.I thought about this one day, and by the end of the day, I was in deep trouble. Thoughts have a way of doing that with me.My New Year’s resolution one year was to have one thought per day.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: Life’s debacle on hardwood

Welcome to this week’s ‘Front Porch Gospel,” all.And welcome to March Madness, too.We will take a break at Part 39 from our “Life Starts in 1973” chronicle. Then, in another sense, it is not a break at all. Read on. You’ll see.

OUT TO PASTOR: Don’t knock on the door if you like breathing

Lately, there’s been a lot of activity at our front door.I’m unsure if this is a new phenomenon or I’m just starting to catch up on the culture.That’s not to diminish the activity at the back porch door.That activity has to do with a variety of critters in the neighborhood.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 39

Cheyenne listened without interruption to the opening scene of the first date between the young bricklayers’ helper and the young princess. Then he jumped in to help me move the plot along.“So, Popman,” he said, enthusiastically, “how did it go?

OUT TO PASTOR: Touch my coffee and you die

Recently, illegitimate aliens of the worst kind have invaded our house.It came to a head just the other day when we were sitting down to lunch, and The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage had a lovely bowl of tomato soup.As I was eating my lunch, I glanced over at her bowl of tomato soup.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 38

Friends, right here we need to pause and thank you for traveling along with us now through thirty-seven chapters. We haven’t hardly taken a breath in telling our story, but that’s a good thing. I love that we can share these memoirs here on this ‘Inspiration’ page, because it is such real life.

OUT TO PASTOR: Why does Monday have to follow Sunday?

The older I get, the more I wake up not knowing what day it is.That is particularly true on Mondays.My favorite day of the week is Sunday. I enjoy attending church, fellowshipping with other Christians, and, of course, the Sunday worship services.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 37

The further into the story, the more engaged Cheyenne became. I knew that when it came to the dark-haired beauty, he would be glued to every detail. He had wanted to hear about this ‘first date’ for a while now, so I obliged him.

OUT TO PASTOR: Dancing the Critter/Bug Shuffle

I must confess that I do have a liking for critters of all kinds. I enjoy feeding them out on the back porch, and boy, do they come hungry for their treats.Two cats born in our garage are still hanging around. They come morning, noon, and night for their treats.