FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: The moment time stopped – a tribute to Roy Deering

For the next few weeks we will pause from our 1973 novel/memoir to pay tribute to, and walk together down a trail with, our good friend Roy Deering. The surprising phone call from the amazin’ blonde came to me Wednesday afternoon, July 7, 2021.

OUT TO PASTOR: Making decisions is the hardest part of my life

I still wrestle with decision-making. I admit that I often don’t make good decisions.I’m not sure, so don’t repeat this, but I think The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage knows this and uses it to her advantage. How? I don’t know. She is the primary source behind my decision-making.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 34

We severely violated our oft-used Oak-Ridge Boy’s “no time for lengthy speeches” motto in our monologue about Mrs. Long. Cheyenne listened carefully to every detail, but I suspected our departure off the main trail was not exactly the terrain Cheyenne wanted to investigate.

OUT TO PASTOR: The key to life is forgetting the right things

The thing that has concerned me as I have aged is about forgetting things.In this regard, there is no comparison between The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and myself. I have a problem remembering, and her problem is forgetting. She can’t forget anything.

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.