When I was sitting on a plane one morning recently, making small talk with the young guy next to me, I was taken aback by one of his comments. He began his interest in who I was with, “So are you retired.” He never stumbled or hesitated. To him, apparently, I looked retired. Done with […]
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.
So often today folks go to church, have a cup of coffee, joke with some friends, sit and listen, then try to be the first in line at the Sunday lunch restaurant. Now of course there are a lot of folks who also get to church early, set up chairs, stay after and tear down.
“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
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 woods across the street beckoned a call to the boys on the block. They gathered at our house and mounted up for their adventures into the deep woods. The gathering spot was the tallest tree. It is an unusually tall elm and for whatever reason, soil, water, sun, this tree soars above the rest.
As the boys began to arrive that afternoon, the heat of the day had set in. The weeks before we arrived were dry, and it showed as the dust devils swirled. Every plant and fencepost along the ranch road was covered with a fine white dust. The Lone Star flag hung motionless in the August