“I will remember the wonders of old….” Psalms 77:11

December 4, 2023 - When WWII began in 1941, Daddy moved us to Orange, Texas to his new job at the shipyard. That trip of 100 miles was one we kids never forgot. We crawled into the bed of an old truck just big enough for us and our few sticks of furniture. The heads of five grinning Fincher kids popping up and down was probably a sight to see---even in 1941. The thing I most remember about Orange in 1942 was the rain. The ditches stayed full of rain water and all the neighborhood kids swam in them.

“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.

November 9, 2023 - When I was growing up in the 40’s, it was hard to find a squirrel in my home town of Center, Texas. Any time we saw a squirrel we’d grab our gun and try to kill them. The reason for such few squirrels back then was the fact that so many people hunted them (even some women)… and ate them.

October 17, 2023 - “Don’t forsake the assembling of yourselves together…” Heb. 10:25