FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 33

We have no way of knowing which details – whether intriguing conversations or scenes of roll-on-the-ground humor – get lost when half a century separates the actual events of a story and the telling of it.

OUT TO PASTOR: I’m not diabetic – but I am a sweet guy

Lately, I’ve been very tired, which has nothing at all to do with my age. Rather, it has everything to do with all these spam calls I get every day.It seems most spam calls come during lunchtime when I’m eating. How dare they?

THE MINISTRY OF RESTORATION: The truth about deliverance

“Blow the trumpet in Zion and sound an alarm in My holy mountain! Let all the inhabitants tremble; for the day of the Lord is coming, for it is at hand.

OUT TO PASTOR: O Energy, O Energy, wherefore art thou O Energy?

Since I have reached a certain age, I don’t have the energy I once had.Where it has gone, I have yet to discover.I once inquired of The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage where my energy went, and she replied, “Silly boy, you’re over the hill, and so is your energy.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 32

It probably wasn’t the cranking up of the truck that brought me back to reality, but the revving up of the engine, I said to Cheyenne, continuing the saga.

OUT TO PASTOR: What’s new about a New Year?

On New Year’s Eve, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were celebrating in our living room with some hot apple cider.We wanted to end the year together. At our age, with so many children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, that’s a tough agenda.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 31

“Cheyenne,” I said, with a look of amazement, “when Corrina took me up upstairs and showed me her room and her view westward from her upstairs window... well, that was like the intro to the beauties portion of this beauty’s and beast’s saga.

OUT TO PASTOR: The re-gifting queen of the family

Sitting around the Christmas tree with my family and opening up Christmas presents, it stirred fond memories of my Aunt Edith. She was known as “The Re-gifting Queen” of our family.And believe me, she earned that name quite well.Most of the family didn’t catch on to what she was doing.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 30B

Dear Reader Friends:A very Merry Christmas to all of you and the happiest of New Years. Thanks for traveling along with us.In 2023, and I look forward to many, many more journeys together in 2024. We appreciate every reader, every one of you!

OUT TO PASTOR: And yet another ‘Jingle Bells Christmas on the Tree’

It doesn’t seem possible another Christmas has come and gone. They come and go so fast that I’m not sure I can keep up with all of this. Every year, our family has more people, which is never bad.