For God’s Sake Archive

One night early in January of 1993, my father called with the news that my mother had pancreatic cancer.

As a pastor, I am called on to counsel others with words of hope and encouragement in Christ after they receive such news. I now stood on the proving ground of those words.

A billboard along I-75 declared, “JESUS SAVES!”

A t-shirt depicting Jesus sitting behind a computer also declared, “JESUS SAVES!” What does “Jesus saves” mean?

“We locals call it ‘our Basket Full of Diamonds,’” said the guide as our tour boat glided past the lighthouse in Jupiter, FL in the diminishing light of evening.

My wife and I, both locals, gave one another an incredulous look and mouthed, “We do?”

My wife and I woke this morning to a backyard surprise, a 2-foot hole in our back fence and a 3-foot hole in our side fence.

It seems that one of our local black bears decided that going through our fences was easier than going over them.

My father-in-law celebrated another birthday earlier this month and is now 105 years-old!

Family and friends gathered at his home – yes, he still lives in his own house – to celebrate with him and to reminisce.

Do you remember your first car? Mine was a 1965 Dodge Polaris that had done duty as our family vehicle for years.

After my dad purchased a “new” used car, he said I could have the Dodge if I paid the insurance.

One of the lingering symptoms of my recent bout with COVID is a beard.

For the week-and-a-half that I was stricken, I set up residence on our living room sofa and topping my “not-to-do list” was shaving.

My first achievement for the new year was to get COVID. It first made its presence known with a scratchy throat on Tuesday of that first week.

The next morning, it unpacked its bags for a lengthy stay gifting me with what felt like a deluxe cold, the premium version with all the accessories: cough, congestion, headache, fever. I assumed it was only a bad cold.

My first achievement for the new year was to get COVID. It first made its presence known with a scratchy throat on Tuesday of that first week.

The next morning, it unpacked its bags for a lengthy stay gifting me with what felt like a deluxe cold, the premium version with all the accessories: cough, congestion, headache, fever. I assumed it was only a bad cold.