By Doug Fincher

"Thanks-giving and Thanks-living" by Doug Fincher

“Inasmuch as you did it to the least of these my brothers, you did it to me….” Matt. 25:35

November 20, 2023 - Deacon Jones was the most consistent and dependable deacon in one of my pastorates. He never missed a service, he served on the Finance and Usher’s Committees and never missed a meeting. His dress, home, automobile and lawn were immaculately neat. He was Chairman of the Deacons and was known for his prayers of thanks.

“The First Sermon I Ever Heard” by Doug Fincher

October 2, 2023 - It was in 1938. Daddy had just moved us to a rent house owned by William Henry Smith located just north of Center, Texas on the Henrietta Road. There were only three Fincher children in our family at that time: Bill was 7 years old, I (Henry Douglas) was five years old, and John was not quite four. We had a dog named “Nellie” and a cow that my Grandmother “loaned” us in those struggling days. We kept the cow behind the house in a patch of grass and yellow bitterweeds.

“Me and Old Smokey” by Doug Fincher

September 11, 2023 - I got my first (and only) school paddling in 1947 when I was a freshman at the Center, Texas High School. When Mrs. Menefee asked us to raise our hands if we had done our homework, everyone raised a hand… except me… and Frank Bryan Cooper. And when she told us to “go to the office,” we both knew we were about to face “Old Smokey,” Mr. Malone’s paddle.

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