I missed the ashes last Wednesday. Don’t get me wrong: My wife and I privately prayed morning prayers. I just didn’t attend an Ash Wednesday service. The last time I did, people whispered that the Baptist preacher was converting to Catholicism. Far from doing that, I am firmly anchored in my Baptist moorings. I simply …
“I walked 48 steps today,” she proudly announced in response to my question, “How are you doing?” She was in a long-term care facility, determined to get better and back to her home. “Of course, I’m sure 48 steps doesn’t sound like much to you, but it’s a big improvement for me.” She was right …
My preacher friend, Reverend Jay Hatfield, says it was love at first sight. “I met my wife in my backyard,” he teases. It happened like this: Jay’s wife, Cheryl, happened to be with her mother when they stopped by for a visit at the Hatfield’s house. Jay’s mother and Cheryl’s mother were friends. The three …
“I see you’ve got a cabbage plant that’s still hanging in there,” my son, Dave noticed. That was during Christmas break. How that plant had managed to make it through most of December, I don’t know. Then it was late January, and there it was, still alive. It seemed impossible. “Did you know there’s one …
My tutor looked away from the math problem to the sidewalk outside. I squinted, watching boys and girls walking hand in hand. White children were walking next to black children. The tutor made it clear that she did not approve of whites and blacks walking together. Mom had arranged for her, a retired school teacher, …