FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 73

Red drove up about a minute after we did.

OUT TO PASTOR: I’m not old – just young challenged

Most people are fascinated by their age as if it makes any difference in their lives. Some people are very intimidated by getting older and struggle against it. When I was young, I couldn’t wait to get older.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 72

Sounds of skill saws screeching and the mortar mixer roaring made the brick job sound like a train was coming down the tracks blowing its sharp whistle.Monday mornings on the job never started off quietly.

OUT TO PASTOR: Ugly is as ugly sees

I was sitting in the middle of the shopping mall, drinking a cup of coffee to settle my nerves.I don’t like going to shopping malls, but The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage sent me – to get a new dress shirt for Sundays.I don’t know why I need a new one every year because they all look the same...

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 71

Sometimes, Cheyenne would put all the pieces together and pose a question that would make me think.

OUT TO PASTOR: Aches, pain, and another year older

It’s hard to believe another year has already started. How many of these new years can a person have without going crazy?The past year was rather challenging.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: I love to tell the story

Welcome to 2025. Christmas is past, but not really.

OUT TO PASTOR: And then it all came to an end

Time has a way of getting ahead of me.Just when I think I’ve caught up, I find out I was wrong.The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were sitting down, relaxing after a wonderful Christmas activity with all the kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids.It was a wonderful time, but with my age, I...

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: Hope the lady on the side of the road is home for Christmas

And then there's my favorite column we share around Christmas.More than 20 years ago, we first told the story we are about to share together. Sometimes, our favorite stories are the simplest, aren’t they? They’re the ones that run out to meet you in the front yard.

OUT TO PASTOR: The worst Christmas I can remember

The best holiday for me is Christmas. It’s the one time of the year that families get together who usually aren’t together during the year because of work schedules and so forth.I look forward to our great Christmas gatherings.