FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: LOST IN YELLOWSTONE (Chapter 1)

Editor’s note: Today’s column is the beginning of a series covering the events surrounding Coach’s getting lost in Yellowstone the week of July 11.   CHAPTER 1 “The journey begins.”   It is difficult to know where to start.

OUT TO PASTOR: The flower whisperer

When it comes to flowers, I am the epitome of naivety. I have no expertise whatsoever in the plant world. All I see are red, blue and yellow. If I had to take care of flowers, they wouldn’t last more than 24 hours. Just because you like something doesn’t mean you know how to take care of something.

ON THE JOB TRAINING (part 17)

As they went out, behold, they brought to Him a man, mute and demon-possessed. And when the demon was cast out, the mute spoke.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: ‘Ever been to Heaven...?’

Good week. Welcome to the “Front Porch.” The five-year-old had a hop in his step as he let go of his mama’s hand and plopped into the barber’s chair. “Well, hello, young man,” said the stylist, “What’s your name?” “I’m Levi,” he said confidently, “What’s yours?” “I’m Marilyn,” she answered.

OUT TO PASTOR: Where oh where – is my hair?

I must confess I sometimes get so busy that certain things have slipped my mind. I don’t do this intentionally, but I try to prioritize things in my life. With so many things going on, it is tough to keep up-to-date with everything, even personal items.

ON THE JOB TRAINING (part 16)

While He spoke these things to them, behold, a ruler came and worshiped Him, saying, “My daughter has just died, but come and lay Your hand on her and she will live.”

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: The shot upon which the Lord smiled

Good week. Welcome to the “Front Porch.” I will tell you from the start that we may have our skeptics for today’s column. Go ahead and bank on it. Or, as we told our ballplayers through the years: Put this in your notebook. The trouble won’t come from just one side.

OUT TO PASTOR: Any pie à la Mode is my kind of pie

Choices are a very important part of our everyday life. I am what I am today because of choices I made yesterday. I would like to blame someone else, but the truth of the matter is, I am what I am because of my choices.

ON THE JOB TRAINING (part 15)

And suddenly, a woman who had a flow of blood for twelve years came from behind and touched the hem of His garment.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: A dark-haired beauty and a lesson on prayer

Good week to all. Welcome to the “front porch.” I recently thought about a particular dark-headed young lady from LaGrange High School for the first time in years, and that for a couple of reasons. One, my high school classmate Bob Hadley and I became friends on Facebook recently.