OUT TO PASTOR: Making decisions is the hardest part of my life

I still wrestle with decision-making. I admit that I often don’t make good decisions.I’m not sure, so don’t repeat this, but I think The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage knows this and uses it to her advantage. How? I don’t know.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 34

We severely violated our oft-used Oak-Ridge Boy’s “no time for lengthy speeches” motto in our monologue about Mrs. Long. Cheyenne listened carefully to every detail, but I suspected our departure off the main trail was not exactly the terrain Cheyenne wanted to investigate.

OUT TO PASTOR: The key to life is forgetting the right things

The thing that has concerned me as I have aged is about forgetting things.In this regard, there is no comparison between The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and myself. I have a problem remembering, and her problem is forgetting. She can’t forget anything.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 33

We have no way of knowing which details – whether intriguing conversations or scenes of roll-on-the-ground humor – get lost when half a century separates the actual events of a story and the telling of it.We say details get lost, yet, in another sense, many are as clear as if we had loaded up in...

OUT TO PASTOR: I’m not diabetic – but I am a sweet guy

Lately, I’ve been very tired, which has nothing at all to do with my age. Rather, it has everything to do with all these spam calls I get every day.It seems most spam calls come during lunchtime when I’m eating.

THE MINISTRY OF RESTORATION: The truth about deliverance

“Blow the trumpet in Zion and sound an alarm in My holy mountain!

OUT TO PASTOR: O Energy, O Energy, wherefore art thou O Energy?

Since I have reached a certain age, I don’t have the energy I once had.Where it has gone, I have yet to discover.I once inquired of The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage where my energy went, and she replied, “Silly boy, you’re over the hill, and so is your energy.”Not having enough energy does...

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 32

It probably wasn’t the cranking up of the truck that brought me back to reality, but the revving up of the engine, I said to Cheyenne, continuing the saga.Still, even without giving it the gas, Red’s rugged old red work truck could make more noise than a teenager’s sports car that’d pull beside you...

OUT TO PASTOR: What’s new about a New Year?

On New Year’s Eve, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were celebrating in our living room with some hot apple cider.We wanted to end the year together. At our age, with so many children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, that’s a tough agenda.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 31

“Cheyenne,” I said, with a look of amazement, “when Corrina took me up upstairs and showed me her room and her view westward from her upstairs window... well, that was like the intro to the beauties portion of this beauty’s and beast’s saga.