February 5, 2018 - “Bridle your tongue….” James 3:4
When deacon chairman Oscar Adams spoke confidentially to our deacons, he’d conclude by saying, “Now men…that aint for publication”. Fortunately most of them honored his requests.
Remember the saying, “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never harm me”? Factually, the shores of history are littered with the skeletal remains of people slain by words. The sage Bias called the tongue the best and worst part of the body.
January 29, 2018 - Soon after I became pastor of The First Baptist Church of Mauriceville, Texas in 1963, Deacon Thamar Dickerson asked me if I knew J.D. Murphree. “I sure do,” I said. “We both graduated from high school Center, Texas in 1950. I haven’t seen him since then”.. “Well, he’s our Game Warden…everyone likes him and we would like to get him in our church.” J.D.’s family lived a short distance from our church and I drove out the next day to visit him.
January 22, 2018 - Pam and I trapped our resident opossum ("Poss") yesterday and took him to his new home on Highway 21. His last meal at our house was an apple we used to bait the trap and when we found him in it he didn't seem to know he was trapped.
January 15, 2018 - Before Toledo Bend Reservoir was ever built, the Bayou Seipe near Huxley, Texas was a ten-mile “no boat” creek- fisherman’s paradise and when my friend Hollis Peavey and I heard about it, we were soon addicted to it. Busy little Harris Branch ….spring-fed and ever-flowing… intersected the Bayou Seipe on its ten-mile run to the Sabine River. And this gorgeous branch/creek stretch of water became a favorite for Hollis and me.
December 26, 2017 - The year 1939 was a particularly memorable year for me. I was six years old, and waiting for my first pair of shoes. Mother couldn’t buy my shoes but did buy my brother Bill and me a Big Chief Writing Tablet and an Eberhard #2 pencil.
December 4, 2017 - When Daddy moved our family to East Center (Texas) in 1947, my brothers and I immediately began exploring our new territory. A four mile walk down the railroad took us to Mill Creek and a half mile walk in the opposite direction took us to our closest fishing place, The Brick Yard.
November 27, 2017 - When we caught wild hogs in our garden again recently, a quick blast from my rifle sent them stampeding wildly back into the woods. Later that evening, Pam called me to our backyard clothes line. “Look at Brandon’s new underwear, she gasped.