“I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith….” 2 Timothy 4:7
May 11, 2020 - In the fall of 1949, Daddy moved our family of eight children to Shelbyville, Texas. I was a senior in High School and joined the Shelbyville Dragons Football team. It was my first year to play, I weighed 140 pounds and was among a group of tough country boys with four years playing football There were no city-slickers on our team. They came from East Hamilton, Patroon, Possum Trot, Goober Hill Huxley and the Sardis Community.
Coach Clinton Crisp lived next door to us and was a great coach and neighbor. We won most of our games that year but it wasn’t because of me. Bob Tyler and Jerry Dickerson were good runners and “Rooter” Lout was our quarterback. Tommy Lee Hughes, brothers Glen and Fred McCloud, “Bremmer” Schillings, Alec Jones, Martin Shofner and “Bull” Runnels helped make up our excellent team.
When our team was losing, our little cheerleaders stood on the sideline and hollered: “That’s O.K.—That’s alright—Come on boys and Fight, Fight, Fight!” in 1947 I became a member of the Family of God. I have preached for 68 years. I’ve seen many days that the Family of God seemed to be losing. But all Christians who know The Bible know that while we sometimes lose battles, we don’t loose courage. Losing a battle means little when we know who’s going to win. Our Coach keeps telling us: “Come on, Children and Fight, Fight, Fight...”
… because He knows He will win the war.
