The sun’s rays offered a great warmth to my cheek as I began my walk along Frog Leg Creek. It had been many years since I eased my feet along the path I had run so swiftly as a boy. The water in the creek churned up a froth as it swirled over the rocks, […]
How many times a day do I reach over, hit the squirt top of an antibacterial gel, and rub my hands? As I think about this practice, I sometimes wonder how I ever survived my childhood. How did any of us? We didn’t have throwaway wipes and all the other things we use so readily […]
I have come to the conclusion that everyone, no matter how blessed, faces trials. Some are ordinary: how to pay a bill, find a job, or cope with everyday stress. Others are far heavier. I remember a week a few years back when I was praying for friends and loved ones dealing with heart bypass […]
Have you ever wondered what lies beyond the face someone is showing you? Are there thoughts running through their head that differ from the words coming out of their mouth or the expression on their face? There is probably not a soul on earth who has not faced a situation in which someone they respected […]
Each fall, folks from around the country gather to celebrate the people who bless them with the Word in song—on radio, from pulpits, and on stages. For more than half a century, the week-long National Quartet Convention has been the mainstay of the Southern Gospel music calendar. Today that reunion of sorts takes place in […]
I pushed on through the mountains, the Chevy Lumina taking the curves with surprising accuracy. Snow lay along the roads as I watched for black ice on the interstate. I had hit black ice before, when I was about 20. I exited Atlanta’s I-285 at Doraville, heading home from a concert in Marietta. About 20 […]
Have you ever wondered whom your walk each day impacts? Are you a leader in your community or your church? How about in your family? Do you set the pace that everyone else follows? What does it mean to be a leader? As I look back at those in my life who inspired me to […]
I don’t know much about my Grandpa Harve’s childhood, although I am told his tales of life on the Tennessee River rivaled Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn. When my dad was a boy, Harve gathered the children around the fireplace and, before bed, told a story of an orphaned boy named A.J. (his real initials), filled […]
From my earliest days of watching Westerns, sci-fi shows, and family sitcoms, I was inspired by heroes who stepped up for the underdog, brought the bullies down, put criminals to justice, and defended the innocent. Those lessons came from a generation of men and women who had fought World War II alongside America’s allies, then […]
Sometimes I wish I could find my way back to a simpler time, when things felt good, problems belonged to someone else, and worries were few and far between. Lately my memories keep reaching back to the days when I was a boy and my father still held the center of the house. Upon his […]
