My friends up north and on the east coast make fun of us in Texas because our seasons don’t have real big differences in temperatures or a fall leaves color change. I can agree with them to a point. Deal is cactus and mesquite just don’t bloom and change like the aspen and maples do. […]
The tree towered over our whole backyard, or at least it seemed. We would climb it to see out across the roof tops and into the far-away yards. It is the tree I remember most growing up, if I think about trees. We called it a China Berry tree, it was really a Chinese Tallow.
When I sat on the plane and Mrs. Greaney surprised me with the latest issue of Outside Magazine I was stunned. The full cover read, Rewilding the American Child. Inside author Ben Hewitt laid out an excellent article on bringing back the heart of the child lost indoors. Then just a few pages over author
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11 I am not sure how many men’s ministries experience the Holy Spirit on a week to week basis but ours sure seems to. I
I left the theatre wandering around the neighborhood nearby. I was transfixed on the characters from the movie. I was also in love. Not with a cute young girl from my high school class but the young girl in the movie. I was 17 and had emotions I did not understand and no one to
In 1968 I was 9. It was a simpler time back then, at least for a 9-year-old. No stress from too much television, no internet or video games, just life on life’s terms. That year an amazing film came out that captured my heart and mind, Oliver. The movie was a musical story about a
To Jon-Michael Greaney, For you Jon-Michael Greaney, I have said it before, I say it because it is true, I am proud of you son. Today on your 19th birthday I want you to hear those words and understand what they mean. They mean I believe in you. They mean I care about who you
Men of Honor, Honor all men, love the brotherhood, fear God, honor the King. 1 Peter 2:17 I love that scripture. It brings up something inside me, a young warrior spirit, a sense of honor, a desire to do good. I have always felt that way but, alas, I have not always acted that way.
The large wrapped boxes were immaculate, and fully taped to carefully conceal the presents. Our hopes as boys were for things we longed for, powerful things, things of adventure and masculinity. When we opened the presents and saw the wooden butt of a Red Ryder BB gun, or the familiar yellow of the Tonka
The streets are dark at 8:30 on this cool November night. The asphalt highway is just two-lanes and it seems narrow winding through the Appalachian Mountains on either side. There is a sense of peace to this area for me. I have come to love the people I have met here and their desire to