October

God so loves His creation, and the response from man—where is God? Job could have asked the same question, fallen into the rationale of which his friends attempted to convince him.

I have become a reader, a departure from my youthful desire to avoid it and the tests that followed at all cost, which I could not. Three books, sometimes more, rest bedside, dormant until my hands and eyes fall on them. Short chapters. A word here – there. Sentences – paragraphs. Chapter – verse.  Language revealing its reflection to me.

Things are quiet here in the swamp. Most folks in Four Holes go about their business quiet-like and neighborly. Most like to stay in good stead with Miss Sadie. She bakes the best apple crumb anybody ever wrapped their lips around, but she’ll find a way to avoid giving you one if you are tied up in a rumor. Well, the other day Bert Johnson got tangled in a rumor. Bert likes to tell people he is a confirmed bachelor, but everybody knows he ain’t mature enough to get married. I

God’s Kingdom has no need but the need to gather into God’s arms the wanderers and the lost.

How should I say this… …but to state it simply. There are two nows. There is now, the immediate need for my attention, the momentary...

Driving up Emery Street beside the graveyard, up from Carter’s Bottom, by the Flats, before today’s troubles fogged my ability to...

Good teacher, please tell us a story. There was a certain man who left his house to go camping. With him he took only his tent and a...

“Big deal, I’m used to dust.” Erma Bombeck suggested these words would be her epitaph. In her comedic genius, she spoke about life...

Not fully cognizant at five o’clock in the morning, I was reading my devotional prayer for the day. At once, a line in the prayer woke me...

Yeshua Cristo relaxed his shoulders. The work had been arduous, long, a bit tedious, challenging but not without joy. Tapestry work...

It would happen this way. One day would move faster than Hassel. The next day would not move fast enough. Hassel and the day could not...

Golf’s simple purpose, made complicated by its attempt, satisfies our desire for pursuit while it frustrates an equal one for beauty and...

Sometimes the thought crosses my mind civilization hinges on whether or not I rise in the morning and make my bed. Remnants of a...

No story. No memory. No watermelons or tomatoes. No metaphors treading in spiritual time. Today, I want to remind myself and readers of a...

Routine is the habit of the mindless, the unthinking, rapid perceptions symptomatic of an unintentional life. And don’t we too often...

And now, I ask myself, “Why are black-eyed peas always served with pork?” Maybe it’s a Southern tradition or as regional as red beans and...

Navigating through this crowded room called the present, I flip through the photographs of my memory when I perceived a better time....

The day promised sunshine. Robert and Barbara left the house early to allow for stops along the way and enjoy the views. Red Bald...

Which lie do you prefer? The one protecting a friend or loved one? Maybe, the one that hurts the intended. How about the lie you tell...

Sometimes I doubt. Searching the other day for two AA batteries, I found a couple of loose ones in the tool drawer. Of course, I wondered...