By Doug Fincher

"Grow Up" by Doug Fincher

I know what it is to be in need....but have learned to be content in every situation....” Phil. 4:12

January 24, 2022 - I once talked to a lady whose life had been a combination of partying, doping and abusing alcohol… and she blamed her parents for it all. “If they’d just paid more attention to me, I wouldn’t have turned out this way.”

The Art of Forgetting by Doug Fincher

“If you won’t forgive men of their sins, the Father won’t forgive you…” Matt. 6:15

January 17, 2022 - Most of us would like to have a better memory. The art of remembering (called “mnemonics”) is taught in the Bible and was once taught in public schools. My Pastor often told me, “When someone introduces himself to you, don’t you dare walk off and forget his name!”

Sewer in the Pond by Doug Fincher

“Watch and pray that you enter not into temptation…” Matt. 26:41

January 10, 2021 - As we were growing up, my bothers and I spent a lot of time at Weaver’s Pond in Center, Texas. It was an ideal fishing and swimming hole and was only a ten minute walk from where we lived. The little pond was teeming with perch, bass and a considerable number of water moccasins. For several years it provided some welcome meals for our large and sometimes hungry family.

“Sweet Memories of Christmas” By Doug Fincher

December 20, 2021 - “I will remember the wonders of old….” Psalms 77:11

My brother Joe and I talked on the phone from 9pm to 12:05am(!) this morning. Our conversation was mostly about the memories of our childhood Christmases. After cutting a pine tree (one year a holly), we made our ornaments from Crayola-colored rings stuck together with water and flour glue. None of us ever saw or ate an apple, an orange or an English walnut until Christmas every year.

“Proving Our Love” by Doug Fincher

“God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son…” John 3:16

December 13, 2021 - Pam and I constantly tell our children that we love them. We call them in New York and Texas almost daily telling them this. My Mother expressed it often to her children with letters, phone calls and cards. But in all the years I knew my Dad, he never once told me he loved me. And if my reaction to that fact was like some people I know, I’d be whining to the world how mistreated I was as a child and how it had so affected my life.


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