“Let’s see what’s going on here,” the doctor said as she looked at my charts. I felt miserable but didn’t want to admit it, as if refusing to acknowledge sickness would somehow make it go away. It didn’t. My wife had repeatedly urged me to “just do it; go to the doctor,” but I had …
In what has been perhaps the most vitriolic presidential campaign in history, a campaign marred by thunderbolts of verbal assaults, a campaign in which a candidate’s viability is apparently gauged not by a vision for the future of our nation but by how much he/she attacks and is attacked—recall Ben Carson’s quip in the last …
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 …