You don’t have to read many news reports to realize we live in an age of excessive superlatives. In the ranking of English language comparisons, we know “superlative” is the form of an adverb or adjective that’s the highest degree of a descriptor.
The town square is calm, the crowd of people is gone, volunteers emptied the trash and the third annual Paluxy Music Festival (PMF) is a year away.
I don’t mean to brag or anything. I mean, really, I’m just a guy. I put my pants on one leg at a time. In many ways, I’m human—just like you.
The Blonde and I had coffee last Saturday with another pastor and his wife. They were sharing with us how their church supports a group that takes Bibles into Iraq and shares the Gospel with the Iraqi people.
Glen Rose, you have dinosaur prints, big rocks, a beautiful river, rock ledges, parks, and that. That is the spirit, attitude, and love within our community.
I was angry, frustrated and successfully taking one step forward and five steps back. Add to all that I was tired.
I’m writing this on Wednesday night and I have been praying for the Women’s Bible Study that meets tonight. I am praying that information would become transformation.
We’re getting ready for a family trip to the beach. The fact that all my adult children could get off work and join us on this trip is proof that miracles still happen.
Are you a sender or a receiver? Are you a listener or talker? You realize, of course, that talking and sharing information is more than just listening to your head rattle as you spew forth a mountain of words that have no relevance.
Summer is about to drop. A lot of churches shut down during the summer which is the opposite of what we saw back in the day.