Several weeks ago, I wrote about a would-be camping trip that went seriously awry—we barely made it out of the driveway with camper in tow when the car’s bumper gave way. I think that was the last straw, camping-wise, for our family. I recall four other attempts at a fun…
It was the Spring of ’63 or ’64 at my Grandma K’s house in Avon Lake, Ohio. Not sure why, but if I recall correctly, my brother and I were staying with her for a few days. Perhaps it was 1963, and mom had reached the midpoint in her pregnancy…
After my recent episode at the end of a Sunday morning service (I wrote about it last week), it was decided I needed a break. At first, I balked at the word “need.” I mean, a vacation is always nice, but need suggests some kind of deficiency. When I got…
Since I’m a pastor, Sunday mornings are a bit…busy…for me. They start early, and all my attention centers on the teaching and preaching responsibilities coming in the next few hours. A couple of Sundays ago, I got up with my stomach rumbling a little. “Growling,” I told myself. I was…
