FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: 10-gallon hats don’t fit little-bitty heads

Well, here’s something funny for this week’s “Front-Porch Gospel.” March Madness is in full swing. With it, I can’t help but travel back to those good ol’ days with the boys down at the Y. It has been a good many years since our last net-swishing, rim-shaking, trash-talking reunion.

OUT TO PASTOR: New normal: If it’s free, it ain’t for me

Once when I wore a younger man’s suit I would take anything free. I assumed it was my right to get something free. Then I had a conversation with my grandfather. If anybody knew how to squeeze a buffalo out of a nickel, it was my grandfather.

HOPE FOR TODAY: The killing of Jesus and the defeat of corruption

The Merriam-Webster dictionary states corruption as, “dishonest or illegal behavior especially by powerful people.” Further, it is described as a departure from the original, purest form. Mankind had its original, purest form in the Garden of Eden, the home of the first humans, Adam and Eve.

OUT TO PASTOR: What’s so peasy about easy?

I am nowhere to be found when it comes to crafts, remodeling, and just plain fixer-uppers. My carpentry skills are nowhere to be found even though I’ve looked for a long time. If I try to fix something, I make it worse than it was. Fixing is not my strong suit.

The vigilante voice

“Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.” – I Peter 5:8   America as we know it is being destroyed before our very eyes by a demonic horde of devils who have possessed an entire political party.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: The touch of the Master’s hand

Welcome all to the “front porch.” Matthew, Mark, and Luke all record a powerful story of the faith of a blind man named Bartimaeus (Bart-i-me-us). Jesus is making his final trip to Jerusalem.

OUT TO PASTOR: Knock, knock; Someone’s in trouble

For some reason, the last several weeks we have been getting many visitors at our door. I’m not sure if this is a general trend or if it is just our door. Some of them have been salesmen, religious people, scam artists, and a host of other people.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: Open letter to Connor-Man – sixteen years ago

Welcome to the “front porch.” What you are about to read is one of the first pieces we wrote after we became “Popman,” although we weren’t Popman until a year or so later.

OUT TO PASTOR: What’s Pete got to do with anything?

If there’s anybody that can be conned, it’s Yours Truly. It’s not so much that I’m stupid; I’m just naïve. I believe when somebody says something, they mean exactly what they say. So, if you can’t swindle me, you might as well hang it up and get a real job.

OUT TO PASTOR: If it was up to me

Fifty years ago, I was a teenager. Boy, do I miss those Days of Yore. It's not that I would like to relive them, but I was a much different person back then. As a teenager, I knew everything, and all you had to do was ask me. Even if you didn’t ask me, I still would tell you what was on my mind.