FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 86

Even though Corrina was not directly involved in the hoopla that would soon be ablaze that morning, generally just her presence or even the prospect of her coming strolling up the road onto the job at any minute could throw gasoline on anything.

OUT TO PASTOR: Just me and my coffee

It was one of those days that don’t often come my way. I was out sitting on the porch with my 1st cup of coffee for the day.Today was special. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, her daughter and granddaughter went to St. Augustine for spring break.

FRONT PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 86

Word got out that there was a little trouble in Paradise over on that Alabama hillside where the nosiest people in the world were laying brick and creating havoc for one called Pup.Naturally.It wouldn’t be the summer of ‘73 without somebody – namely Doocy Dew – squeezing every bit of drama out of a...

OUT TO PASTOR: What’s chocolate got to do with it?

Did you ever have a morning when everything went exactly as you planned?Well, neither have I.I plan my schedule to include everything I need for the day.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 85

Corrina was an open book, and she couldn’t hide what was going on inside. I let it ride for a while, then said, “Awright, Corrina Belle,” I said, “two things.”“What are you thinking, Billy Ray?”“One, look at the last of the sun shinin’ right through those trees.” I pointed.

OUT TO PASTOR: Who has the license to drive me crazy?

I will confess that I am crazy, but I didn’t get there by myself. Somebody has been driving me crazy.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 84

We were wrapped up in our shooting lessons and the protests for a good while. Regarding the lovely’s lady’s protests, I was forced to pull Shakespeare and Doocy out of the hat simultaneously and tell her that “my sweet lady sho is protestin’ a mite too much.”

OUT TO PASTOR: It’s not always what I don’t know

I would be the first to admit one truth about myself: I don’t know everything.To quote a politician, “I don’t know what I don’t know.”That has been the theme of my life for as long as I can remember.It all began with my parents.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 83 continued

Her life would turn from being comfortable to complicated, and it happened with a single, harmless glance and a quick smile.

OUT TO PASTOR: Whatever happened to “My Space?”

When I was young, one of my life priorities was “My Space.”