July 30, 2026 - Good Morning! It’s Thursday, July 30.
I hate to run. I hate running. I’ve always hated running. I just don’t see the point. And have you ever looked at the face of someone who’s running? Do they look happy? They do not. They look miserable. And you know why? Because they’re running! If you see me running down the street, you may safely assume that somebody’s chasing me - somebody big.
July 29, 2026 - Good Morning! It’s Wednesday, July 29.
This time of year my mind often travels back to a hot summer night in late July of 1969. I was twelve, and my family had driven up from Houston to spend a week at my grandfather’s East Texas lake house - a cabin just 15 minutes from where I live now. At about 9:30 that night, we were all huddled around an ancient little black and white TV, watching a young man named Neil... step out onto the surface of the moon.
July 22, 2026 - Good Morning! It’s Wednesday, July 22.
As a father, I am painfully aware of the extremely low esteem given to “dad jokes.” On the comedy spectrum they have been relegated to a position somewhere below “knock-knocks.” This is a situation that is both unfair and hurtful, and just one more example of the countless injustices that we fathers must bear (with selfless grace). As a minister, I am also aware that, when it comes to humor, “church jokes” don’t fare much better. So, lower your expectations, here we go... because sometimes you just gotta laugh!
July 20, 2026 - Good Morning! It’s Monday, July 20.
The church I worked at yesterday is sending their youth to camp today - on a bus. That news brought back some memories. I can’t begin to count the number of miles I’ve logged over the years on church buses. Mission trips, choir tours, youth camps - it’s probably greater than the distance from the earth to the moon! Many of the early trips, before the “turn of the century”, were on old-school, school buses. The kind with hard bench seats and air conditioning that consisted of sliding down the windows.
July 17, 2026 - Good Morning! It’s Friday, July 17.
“Speak to me, O Muse, of the man of twists and turns, driven time and again off course, once he had plundered the hallowed heights of Troy.” These words are the first words of a very famous story. A story written by the Greek poet, Homer. A major epic that is, perhaps, the oldest surviving work of literature... “The Odyssey.”