We gather to pray, just a handful of us, at 7 a.m., in a prayer room, at church, during Holy Week. Baptists, being a part of the Protestant faith, aren’t sure what to with Holy Week. We know there’s something special about it, but many aren’t sure if they should acknowledge it, participate in it, …
“Hi, how are you?” I greeted the stranger as I strolled along the walkway. He acknowledged me with only a faint smile. Oops, I had momentarily lapsed into conversing and was reminded that, “Silence is spoken here.” It had been years since I’d spent more than a few hours at a time in visits to …
“Interested in a little side-trip?” I asked. We were cruising along I-44, from Oklahoma City, headed southwest, making good time, on the way to my hometown, Altus, Oklahoma. My mom had died two days before. “We may never pass this way again,” I added, as an incentive to take the detour. “Just keep following me,” …