I don’t remember my first communion. Now, my baptism, I do remember, especially because I almost choked to death on a piece of candy less than an hour before the Pastor immersed me. The adults were having a Bible study the evening I was to be baptized. Because I had met with the Pastor instead …
Our waitress had just served our tea at Inspirations Tea Room in Edmond, Ok, where Lori and I had taken her mother for a special outing. The table setting, complete with scones, finger sandwiches, fruit, and various delectable delights, reminded me of our afternoon tea in London several months ago “Look,” Lori smiled, “they included …
“It’s been a joy having you in my class. I wish you the best as you continue your education in Germany,” I wrote Jannik, one of my students at Campbellsville University, where I teach as an adjunct instructor. Then I added, “Let me know if I can ever do anything for you.” Why did I …
NOTE: The column below is my revised version of this article, published in May 2010. Last week, May 24, was the 62nd anniversary of my older brother Doug’s (Dougie’s) death. My older brother, Mark, posted a message about Doug’s death last week on Facebook, including the newspaper article reporting the car accident that resulted in …
I lifted Adalyn out of the baptismal waters, barely leaving a trace of a ripple as I steadied her. The six-year-old seemed light as a feather in my arms. It had been four months, almost to the Sunday, since I had preached in the church where I had pastored for twenty years. As usual, I …