If you lived on June Drive in Donelson Hills subdivision and played baseball in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s as I did, the best games were always in the backyard of Kent and Neal McNish up on Dearborn Drive. Often, I would be the youngest kid up there, but still they usually let me play. That…
Lunch at Stanford Elementary School was always predictable. I loved the chili they served every Wednesday. I could add crumbled crackers to soak up the liquid and eat it with a fork. It was really good. So were the hamburgers on Thursdays. Friday fish patties were flat rectangles with more batter than fish. Yuk. So three days each week, I…
If it were me, and I had the ultimate gift to give to you, I probably would just wait for you to find me. After all, you are the one getting something great. I might even hide it…you know… put the wrapped gift inside another package, inside still another package. I’d make you work for it. That…
Memory is a funny thing. Even before we develop any of the sad signs of real memory loss, we all forget things; some more than others. For the last three weeks, I could not remember to reset the timer on our outside lights. When I would remember, it was either too dark, raining, snowing, or I was in bed ready…
You know someone, right? Or do you? Someone who seems to see what’s really going on? Are there really people who can focus their eyes and minds on eternal things, while most of us only see what is temporary? These two scriptures, which have been so challenging, make me ask. 2 Corinthians 4:16 “So we fix…