The Little Things
For all I know, my mother mixed a little Heinz 57 in with my bottles as a baby. I say that for the simple reason that I can't recall my first taste of the stuff, but I'm almost certain it was love, true love, right from the start. At least on my part. It's steak sauce, so I, of course, put it on my steak as a kid and I have ever since, even though it offends my sons, both of whom believe a steak properly cooked needs no condiment. "You're covering up the taste of the meat," t
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Me and Mr. Buzzard
I'm giving you fair warning. This blog entry is rather gross, and not for the weak of stomach. Were my mother alive today, she'd read it and offer the following succinct review - "That's not very ministerial, Herbie." And, then she would cackle in laughter. First, a little backstory. My father taught me many lessons that I've carried throughout my life. Some were taught through words, others by example. One of those lessons was that we should appreciate buzzards for their rol
Jun 105 min read
School Lessons
In just a couple of weeks, kids in my part of the world, Peach County, Georgia, will celebrate the second best day of the year. Christmas is the best, of course, but the last day of school gives it a run for its money. I remember longing for that last day to arrive. In fact, once I understood that the state of Georgia mandated that the school year last 180 days, I started counting them down. One down, 179 to go. 178, 177, 176 . . . you get the picture. Day 81 meant we had les
May 77 min read
A Little Girl's Prayer
Tuesday mornings at Fort Valley Methodist Church are typically a review, a time to rehash the prior Sunday's Worship Service and to catch up on what's happening in the life of our congregation. The offering gets counted and, at some point, Angela Meeks, our Administrative Assistant, goes through the Connection Cards to see if we had any new guests or if someone has shared new information or a prayer concern. It's the routine, holy stuff of a church office. I got permission fr
Apr 293 min read
Out Of The Blue
Reynolds is a small town about 15 minutes west of Fort Valley. It straddles Highway 96, a four lane road referred to as the Fall Line Freeway which cuts across the very heart of Georgia. We travel that road often. In late March, Regina and I were heading home from our granddaughter's birthday in Alabana. The Reynolds police take their duties seriously, so I made sure to pay attention to my speed. Not that I was exceeding the posted speed prior to entering the city limits. At
Apr 233 min read
