Every year we pull them out of the closet. The cardboard box is bent on the corners and a little faded now. It smells of the years of storage – a kind of rich aroma of cardboard decay. Inside the box there are a number of dividers and in each divider there is a memory.…
You may know the feeling. The adults are in the dining room with lots of great food, good stories and continuous and particularly loud laughter. My father has awakened from his mid-morning nap in front of the Macy’s Parade on our TV and is in his place at the head of the table. Mom…
So, most of us are familiar with the list. We’ve heard it read. We’ve seen the fiery finger of God write it on stone in the movies. Or we remember the flannel board stories in Sunday school. Thou shalt not . . . You shall have no other gods before Me. (Totally makes sense –…
“Because, if I’m honest, I’ll admit that I care more about what you think about me than I do about what God knows about me! And that’s just messed up.” A few weeks ago I wrote a blog post about a shed I built in my back yard. I only had enough paint to cover…
I could feel the rumble and vibration coming up through my cowboy boots as the earth moved under my feet on the dirt road. The road was flanked by a 6 ft. ditch on one side – the bottom of it dry and full of weeds so thick it was dark even in…
There is a shed in my back yard. I built it about 3 years ago to house my riding mower and garden tools. It was a kit from Lowes with a shingled roof, two windows and double doors that swing out wide. I remember being amazed when I picked it up on the loading dock…
When I think about my grandparents I have so many rich memories of a time that has passed. Not that this is a bad thing – progress has helped move most generations beyond the way they used to live. But, there are aspects of my childhood memories that recall a time where things were simpler…
When I was a kid, growing up in Wilmington, NC, we lived on Merrimack Drive – a flat and sandy street in a neighborhood called Pine Valley. It was a great place to grow up with long straight streets, perfect for bikes or skates and family walks or bike rides around the block after dinner.…
Christian Training Center International We live in a world where men are portrayed as being out-of-touch, old fashioned, intolerant and sometimes just plain stupid. On television Fathers are mocked and are to be pitied most of all. It seems that no one is more out-of-touch! While it’s true that we have brought some of this…
During the decade of the 80’s downtown Asheville was a ghost town. I ran a small printing company located in the Miles Building on the corner of Haywood Street and Battery Park, and I’m serious when I say “ghost town”. In those days if you wanted to eat lunch downtown you had only a few…
It Was On My Mind 