FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: Needed a good boxin’ trainer!

Welcome this week to the “front porch.” “... exhorting one another... provoking to love and good works” – Heb. 10:24, 25) School is in (It’s different than it has ever been, as you know), some of you have been locked in way too long (that’s an understatement, for sure), and the chances are that...

OUT TO PASTOR: If only my fishing rod could talk

It has been a busy week, more so than any other week. Just when I thought I was caught up, something else presented itself without my permission. That seems to be what life is all about.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: Why I love the old ship of Zion

Welcome this week to the “front porch.” The beautiful name of “Zion” is splashed throughout the deep writings of the Old Testament prophets. Solomon’s magnificent temple once rested on Zion’s western slope of the highest hill in Jerusalem.

OUT TO PASTOR: Doing nothing is harder than I thought

After being so long in a lockdown situation, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage planned a short vacation time for us. It took her quite a while to put all of the pieces together, but she succeeded as always.

HOPE FOR TODAY: Does obedience to God matter?

Often I engage with people in conversations about God and the Bible. Many times I do not know where they stand with God until we begin talking. More often than not, I hear “I believe in God,” “I pray,” “I’ve asked for forgiveness,” “I’ve been baptized,” or even “Jesus is my Savior and Lord.”

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: To pray as my friend Doug prayed will be enough

Welcome this week to the “front porch.” Reading on the power of prayer recently, I thought of Doug Miller. Doug was a great West-Virginia prayer-man we knew for a long time, until he left us all prematurely a couple of years ago.

OUT TO PASTOR: Oh, for a life like my kitty

The other night the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were watching the news on TV. All it showed was riots, looting, and chaos, which has become the normal. After a while, I heard a deep sigh on the other side of the room, and somebody say, “What’s wrong with people?”

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: The man who wet his pants right after church

Welcome this week to the “front porch.” The amazin’ blonde and I just landed back in Texas from Atlanta last week.

OUT TO PASTOR: What it was, was a peach tree

For some reason, this week, I had been thinking of my maternal grandfather. I was named after him, and therefore we had a connection. As a young boy, I would spend a month, every summer at my grandparents. They lived up in the mountains of Pennsylvania in a long valley.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: The Georgian who would’ve lived 89 years by faith

Welcome this week to the “front porch.”  A little more than a year ago, you and I shared the story of my dad, C. T. Bowen, on his eighty-ninth birthday. Now, a year and a half later, we pause together to say a word about my mama – Louise Bowen – as now she would’ve been eighty-nine, as well.