FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 99

 “… though like a wanderer, cleaving the sky, sun, moon, and stars forgot, up-ward I fly.”The quartet sang Mama’s favorite gospel songs, Brother Lew leading. Listening, I realized that it was so much more difficult to be Nearer My God to Thee now that I had lost my life’s compass.

OUT TO PASTOR: Snoozing has become my new hobby

 The Gracious Mistress Of The Parsonage asked me a question this past week.“Well, my dear, have you come up with a new hobby yet?”I’ve been retired for about four years. But I haven’t been doing nothing.I have a weekly Sunday morning service at an assisted living facility.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 98

 My heart skipped a beat when I saw that it was Dixie. She had only been out on the job once before, and that was one afternoon to get Pee Wee for them to drive over to Wedowee to get some steaks at the meat market there.

OUT TO PASTOR: If she can’t fix it, it’s not broken

 Life has its many ups and downs.There are some weeks when there are more downs than ups.But if I didn’t have a down, I probably wouldn’t appreciate an up.This past week was one of those down weeks.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 97

 Red was already in rare form that morning as I and the sweet Nova pulled up into the McClain drive. I was fortunate to have pressed the foot to the metal enough to catch up with the old red work truck just before it turned onto the main highway leading to the McClain house.

OUT TO PASTOR: Boy, oh boy, what a day it was

 Throughout my years, I have had many crazy days.I guess it’s crazy days that develop character.If so, I have a lot of character.I never had a day quite like last week. Everything seemed to go wrong for me.When we got up, our electricity was off.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 96

 We sat in silence for a minute. Mama was fighting fading off into a coma again, I could tell. She closed her eyes, almost involuntarily, and I could look no longer into their depth. It was as if a wind had taken a cloud and eclipsed my view of the sun.

SPEAKING TRUTH: Charlie Kirk’s death – will the church rise up?

 Experts say on average, approximately 150,000 people die daily across the world.On Sept. 10, 2025, Charlie Kirk was just one of those thousands that were lost.

OUT TO PASTOR: Peek-a-boo, I see you

 One of the most valuable gifts in life is the ability to see.I cannot imagine a day I could not see.I was having some trouble with my eyes about four years ago, and I had to go to my eye doctor and have cataracts removed from both my eyes.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 96

 When I got to the house, I parked in my usual spot between our house and Goodnight Irene’s. Grandma’s orange and white ‘56 Ford was on the hill by the vacant lot. She and Preacher Harvey or Aunt Gracie always parked when they were over.