Category: Church

For children, Christmas can be magical or miserable. Either outcome has nothing to do with the true spirit of the holiday. I rarely gave the birth of a Savior much thought as…

I was in the last stages of childhood when I took my first job at a drug store. Even though the pay was laughable, I enjoyed meeting people, but some people were…

Public speaking did not come naturally or easily to me. In fact, I would have preferred to have avoided it altogether. God had other plans. While in high school, I spoke for…

When I was 10 years old, I was sent to a Shriners Hospital for Children in Greenville, S.C. for a surgery that was supposed to extend my heel cord in my right…

In every child’s life, there comes the time for an encounter with bullies. It’s a fact of life and all the ad campaigns and positive messaging in the world will never eliminate…

Early on in life, I discovered that I had a sensitive palette. For instance, in my world, milk was meant only for the cereal bowl and only in a specific quantity, so…

I’ve had my share of near-death experiences. I was predicted to be still born. Skipped that. I discovered that I couldn’t breathe under water when I was seven, but received a helping…

One fine Saturday afternoon, my brother and I were playing a bit of cat and mouse in the yard and if memory serves me right, I was the mouse. This was really…

As a child, the only thing better than getting into some horseplay with your buddies was to get into horseplay involving water. Water has a magnetic appeal that can draw you in…

In the weeks and months that followed my father’s death, I found a new version of myself emerge that seemed light years away from the class clown I had been known as….

On Wednesday morning, Sep. 4, 1974, I decided to make an omelet for breakfast. My dad made some pretty good ones and I wanted to try my hand at them. I worked…

In the years leading up to the glorious day that I learned to ride a bike, I was traveling aboard a trike bike that was large and somewhat odd on the eyes….

During the middle school years, I continued my love-hate relationship with romanticism. I discovered in adulthood why I struggled so much to be myself around the ladies. I most likely knew much…

As a young lad, I grew up in church, though my parents took me only on occasion. They often had to work on weekends, so church attendance was sporadic. I was blessed…

Having survived the trauma of being thrown half-naked from my hotel room as mentioned in a previous article, I was eager to have some fun of my own. Fear seemed to be…