Faith Archive

Last month, I saw a meme that pictured a U.S. weather map where every state but ours was overlaid in colors of icy blue and purple showing frigid temperatures and heavy snow.

The entire state of Florida was overlaid in sunshine yellow and boasted temps in the low 80s north to south. That week in Navarre, our overnight temps dipped into the high 20s and the daytime temps barely crested 40 degrees.

Mid-March 2020, governors across the country imposed size restrictions on public gatherings in their state, attempting to curb the spread of a strange, new virus.

After hastily called meetings, church leaders weighed options for continuing weekly worship services.

Navarre First Assembly of God held its annual missions conference March 6.

“We’ve been doing this about 10 years,” said Iris Tatom, First Assembly’s director of missions, “and each year it has been a little different.”

If you want wisdom, you could scale a distant peak to consult with some wizened sage, or you can drive to Indiana and visit my father-in-law.

My wife and I have just returned from celebrating his 104th birthday with him.

Sometimes the less we can see, the more we can see.

When you’re enjoying the beach on a bright, sunny day, clearly seeing your surroundings seems at times to be next to impossible.

Occasionally, I’ll hear a song from my youth and, in an instant, memories will flood my mind. I suspect that old men have been saying this ever since there has been music.

As a Canadian, my playlist drew from diverse sources.

I don’t know what romantic thing you did for Valentine’s Day, but my wife and I gave blood. It was her idea.

She is always ready to give blood whenever “The Big Red Bus” is in town and I always ask, “What are they giving away?”