OUT TO PASTOR: Why are flies so attracted to my nose?

 Throughout my life, I have dealt with many “pesky” things that provoke the dickens out of me.I sure do miss those “dickens.”When I think I’ve got one pesky thing under control, another comes along.Recently, a new “pesky” thing entered my life.The new “pesky” thing – is a fly.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 104

 About halfway through Doocy’s personal storytelling festival, the black Studebaker had driven up; so, the McClain family got to hear the ending, just like the day Doocy held court in the back of the red work truck on the red-dirt road down by the pond and in front of what one day would be the...

OUT TO PASTOR: The turkey is my gobble, gobble wish list

 What I enjoy the most about holidays is the “eating frenzy.”It gives me opportunity to get away with a lot behind The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage’s back, which is a great challenge.I’m not always successful, but I try – and I have my family to thank for that.

RESTORATION TRAINING CENTER: Lawlessness

 “And because lawlessness will abound, the love of many will grow cold. But he who endures to the end shall be saved. And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in all the world as a witness to all the nations, and then the end will come.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 103

 I thought of that story with a wry smile as we lived out the final episode on that Alabama hill in August of ’73.  I had to bring my mind back to the present quickly as Doocy’s new story of happenings in the wrong part of town at the wrong time of night go under way.

OUT TO PASTOR: Fall fell way too soon this year

 This summer was the best I’ve had in a long time.I enjoy summer because the weather is always warm, sometimes even hot.I was so focused on enjoying my summer that I didn’t realize Fall had arrived.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 103

 Doocy fumbled around with his thoughts for the longest, wrinkling his brow until he had settled things in his mind satisfactorily. Then he commenced telling the story he had wanted to tell all along, just needed us to want him to tell it.

OUT TO PASTOR: Did I really say that?

 As far back as I can remember, I wanted to be a writer.My maternal grandmother wrote poems and would read one at the family gathering. I don’t know if that’s where I got it, but I got it.I wrote poems as a teenager, although I never shared them with anybody.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 103

 I walked her to the door. We were not in a hurry, and Corrina held on tight for a long time. She didn’t say anything, she just held on as if for dear life. We said goodnight, and I told her I’d see her soon. She opened the door to go inside, but I put my hand on her arm.

OUT TO PASTOR: Truth is as the truther says

 One thing I have learned in life is that for many people, truth is a relative thing. The truth is what they say it is, and you can't convince them otherwise.I wrestle with telling the truth all the time. If you tell the truth, you do not have to remember what happened.