Inspirational

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 97

 Red was already in rare form that morning as I and the sweet Nova pulled up into the McClain drive. I was fortunate to have pressed the foot to the metal enough to catch up with the old red work truck just before it turned onto the main highway leading to the McClain house.

OUT TO PASTOR: Boy, oh boy, what a day it was

 Throughout my years, I have had many crazy days.I guess it’s crazy days that develop character.If so, I have a lot of character.I never had a day quite like last week. Everything seemed to go wrong for me.When we got up, our electricity was off.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 96

 We sat in silence for a minute. Mama was fighting fading off into a coma again, I could tell. She closed her eyes, almost involuntarily, and I could look no longer into their depth. It was as if a wind had taken a cloud and eclipsed my view of the sun.

OUT TO PASTOR: Peek-a-boo, I see you

 One of the most valuable gifts in life is the ability to see.I cannot imagine a day I could not see.I was having some trouble with my eyes about four years ago, and I had to go to my eye doctor and have cataracts removed from both my eyes.

SPEAKING TRUTH: I doubt you REALLY believe in God

 83% of U.S. adults believe in God, according to a Pew Research article published this year.Despite numbers declining over the decades, it is still very high.During 30+ years of ministry in rural areas throughout the Great Plains, I have met many people who are a part of the 83%.

OUT TO PASTOR: How much fun is too much?

 If you don’t have any fun in life, what is the purpose?I know life is more than just having fun, but there is a place for fun in our daily lives.Everyone has their idea of what fun is, and we don’t always agree on that.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 96

 Dixie greeted us as we stepped into the back door with a “I can’t believe ya’ll were out there killing yourself in that rain,” her beautiful Southern twang serving as the ultimate antithesis to the jawing and grunting that had just transpired thirty feet away out on the court.