My grandboys call me Doc, or PaPa Doc. The nickname may have come when Nathan and I met and began working on staff together. “Hey Doc,” would begin a sentence or question. Our girls thought that would be a cute distinction between their “Grandpas.”… Continue reading
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Sermons, these days, come in a variety of forms. Many suggest there should only be one kind. Add to that the expectation that the pastor is the one doing the preaching and one may easily see how things narrow quickly. … Continue reading
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“It’s not good for a preacher to sweat,” said Jerry with a curled up grin beneath his reddish mustache. That was twenty-five years ago.… Continue reading
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Technology is scant. Cell phone service is rare. The noise of the grand boys playing is constant. Days of cool rain refreshing.… Continue reading
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