“What’s his name?” I asked Paul. “I can’t remember,” he answered. My college roommate, Paul Oglesby, and I were looking at a group photo from our fraternity forty-six years ago. “I can’t believe you remember as many as you do,” Lori and Alix (Paul’s wife) said almost in unison. For years, I wondered what had …
I may have picked up the card years ago in the “Humorous” section of Mother’s Day cards, one with the teaser on the outside, “What’s the Best Way to Remember Mother’s Day?” And if you’re the least bit curious, you open it, where you read, “Forget it once,” on the left ( with a laughing …
“Hey Whitlock, there’s a lady on campus who will walk right up to you and ask if you are ‘confessed up,’” one of my friends said, amused at the reported spectacle. We were students at Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary in 1980. It’s an excellent question we could all ask ourselves, even if not a Christian. …
It’s the week after Easter, and everything is back to normal. After the celebration on Sunday—sunrise services, baptisms, Easter lilies, family gatherings, and children finding Easter eggs—the same worries, fears, and anxieties await us at our bedside Monday morning. But wait. Isn’t something missing? What happens after Easter? My thoughts drift to a story that …
As an undergraduate student at Baylor University, I was part of a volunteer ministry that arranged for students to minister in churches once a month. I’ve wondered how those mainly small, rural churches tolerated what a kid preacher like myself had to say. But they did, and most of them did so with grace. One …