“For the final time, NIGHT,” my mom used to admonish me as a boy when for what she called “the umpteenth time,” she would plead, “Would you just go to sleep?” Getting me to sleep must have been a long order for Mom. Often, Dad would be brought in like the relief pitcher in a …
“She’s homesick,” they said, as they handed me their cell phone. “Would you pray for her?” Listening to the sniffles through the phone, I could identify with her, one of our church’s recent graduates, in her first week at college. It’s not a matter of immaturity. Indeed, the young lady is, in my opinion, one …
“I’m putting the car keys in my suitcase” I announced to Lori. “That way, I’ll be sure not to leave them somewhere during all our travels. Wouldn’t it be awful to get back to the airport in the middle of the night and not have our car keys? But don’t let me forget to take …
A pastor asked a little boy if he said his prayers at night. “Yes sir,” the boy replied. “And do you say prayers in the morning, too?” the pastor continued. “No sir,” the boy answered. “I ain’t scared in the daytime.” Fear can certainly move us to pray, although I should hasten to add, prayer …
If ever you are in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, I recommend you stop and eat at Harry’s Breakfast Pancakes. Wait, before you leave me: This is not a restaurant review. Neither is it a travel journal. It’s a lesson about sowing and reaping. Back to Harry’s. Lori and I were eating what my dad would …