OUT TO PASTOR: How coffee has changed my life

Recently, I was sitting drinking a nice hot cup of coffee. It’s the first thing I do, and I can’t get anything done until I do.I was thinking about this coffee as I was drinking it, and remembered there was a time when I didn’t like coffee at all.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 76

Everything continued as if a boy in an old blue truck had never driven out on the job and was co-winner of the blue-ribbon award for “Fight of the Century,” voted on exclusively by the chain gang bunch out on the brick job.

OUT TO PASTOR: Don’t call me stupid– just whisper it

One thing that irritates me is people talking behind my back.While in the mall recently, I passed two people, and I heard one say, “Doesn’t he look stupid?”Tempted as I was, I didn’t turn around and inquire what they were talking about. Did they think I looked stupid?

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 75

I stood alone for a while, watching the boy drive off until he made it to the main road and disappeared behind the trees. I took a deep breath and walked over to the sandpile, which still sat 30-feet from the mixer because of Doocy’s bad night the night before.

OUT TO PASTOR: My tok doesn’t always tik

Throughout my life, I have always lived on a schedule. Every day is devoted to certain tasks, and it has worked for me so far.I know what day it is by what I am doing that day.Unlike The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, I cannot multitask.I plan my week in a very precise routine.

RESTORATION TRAINING CENTER: AI – a mind of its own

“For Christ did not send me to baptize, but to preach the gospel, not with wisdom of words. lest the cross of Christ should be made of no effect. For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved, it is the power of God.

OUT TO PASTOR: A needle named “Miss Ouch”

My father has been gone for 15 years. It hardly seems that long, but time goes by, and you can’t stop it. One of his “jokes” was, “Son, I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired.” Then he would laugh, and I would, of course, join in with his laughter.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 74

I also didn’t notice that the black Studebaker pulled up about the time the boy got out of his truck, and Mr. and Mrs. McClain and Corrina were standing out past Red’s truck, watching the whole scene.None of that had time to compute in a mind going a hundred miles an hour.

OUT TO PASTOR: My days of wonder in the hospital

My plans for the New Year were horribly changed – by me ending up in the hospital.Around the middle of the month, it seemed like I may have had the flu. After all, everybody around me had the flu, and I just wanted to fit in with society in general.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 74

I didn’t hear the blue truck drive up, either, but when Red finally hammered his gavel to get order in the court, he told me to go get the mixer cranked up and get the mud out. I had a little hop in my step since, for one of the first times all summer, I was not the main attraction.