“The birds of the air nest by the waters and sing among the branches ...” Psalm 104:12
April 26, 2022 - In 1970, a professional photographer warned me that my interest in bird photography was only a passing fad. But thirty-two years later I’ve proved him wrong. Pam and I invite our avian friends often to our home and we visit them regularly at theirs.
April 20, 2022 - Years ago I was on my way to visit my parents in Center, Texas when I whizzed past a State Trooper parked at the Mill Creek Bridge. I looked in my rear view mirror and I could see he’d spotted me, too.
"And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot be my disciple." Luke 14:27
"Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven." Matthew 5:16
"Lighthouses don't blow horns… they just shine."
March 29, 2022 - There was a story in today’s news about a man paralyzed by a gun shot wound who wanted to “buy out the gun manufacturers and melt down all their guns.” This is an all too-familiar American story… just another case of blaming inanimate objects for human sins and errors.
“Like a dog going back to the food which he has not been able to keep down, is the foolish man doing his foolish acts over again.”
March 22, 2022 - Years ago after working in the garden and piddling in my gun shop, I came in to check my email. As I was reading it, I noticed a fly had flown into my half-filled glass of water. He was one of the bad ones (the green ones)… the kind that hang around carcasses and filth.
“Whosoever shall humble himself as a little child is the greatest in the Kingdom of God…” Matt. 18:4
March 15, 2022 - In the seventies I was asked to preach a revival in a Southeast Texas town and was warned beforehand that the church had deacon problems. Two deacons (the church’s only deacons) couldn’t agree on who should be the Deacon Chairman! (True Story). Sure enough, they sat on opposite sides of the church and never spoke to each other during that week.
March 8, 2022 - An empty stomach and a place to play hooky made Weaver’s Pond “the place” for my brothers and me. With a few hooks and a can of worms we often caught a needed meal for our family of eight children.