Praises

It is my nature to be quite emotional and perhaps overly sentimental. Many events, such as baby dedications, joyful memories of my wife, etc., cause me to choke up and tears form and frequently roll down my cheeks. Even now as I attempt to put these thoughts on paper,...

One Small Step

Dr. Clingenpeel’s Palm Sunday sermon “A Sunday Stroll” relates that “Faith starts small.” I mentally multitasked by listening yet not losing my then swirling thoughts. I heard a strain from a hymn favored since childhood, “Savior, Like a Shepherd Lead Us,” and the...

Eighty-Six Days in the Wilderness

“Son, you have polio” expressed Dr. Robert Morton on Saturday morning, September 23, 1950. These words were terrifying to me at age 11 and they still convey a haunting anxiety when I think of them today. I remember every detail of that awful Saturday and what a...

A Boy and His Kite

When I was about 12 years old, I loved to fly kites with neighborhood kids. One day as we were piloting our kites on a vacant lot, a well dressed young boy walked up to me and asked if he could join us. He had a brand new kite and a ball of clean white string. I had...