As I look back on my forty years of counseling, I must admit I didn’t always give the best advice. But I believe Paul Hudson’s counsel for a successful life may be the worst advice I’ve ever heard. “Never depend on anyone but yourself.” Paul Hudson, an American entrepreneur and amateur advisor, writes for the…
My granddad was an angry and bitter man. During the summer as a little boy, I visited him and my grandma on their farm in Virginia. Granddad was a big man. I remember how frightened I was when I saw him slap Mammy, his petite wife, for doing the smallest thing he didn’t like. I’d…
“She was shot in the head for standing up for Jesus,” reported eyewitnesses to Cassie Bernall’s execution. Cassie was seventeen when she was murdered in the Columbine School massacre. Her teenage killers put a gun to her head and asked if she believed in God. She knew full well if she answered yes she would…
Baby Maggie was delivered, but the doctor could not get her to take that all important first breath. During this episode, I learned something I never knew before. Until an infant takes its first breath, its lungs are full of fluid that for nine months nourishes its body. When the time is…
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What my Mama said to me the night I overheard her and my Daddy talking about not being able to pay all their bills surprised me. As a small boy, I knew we were poor, but I didn’t know we were that poor. Mama was a Sunday School teacher in our little church. She always…
In his retirement, my Dad had a beautiful vegetable garden. I’m talking about a magazine-picture-perfect kind. It didn’t get that way from merely planting, fertilizing, and watering his cherished plants. Not on your life. Nearly every morning, even before breakfast, my Dad rushed out to his garden and examined every inch for any tiny weed…
When Mondays come around, I feel more grateful than usual. I don’t know about you, but for me Mondays are humbling. They not only remind me of how blessed I’ve been over the past week, but how fortunate I am to have another week to show my I appreciation for all our Father has done…
In elementary school, I had to get up early and walk to school because I didn’t have a bike like the other guys in my neighborhood. Mama and Daddy told me they were sorry they couldn’t afford to buy me one. Although they both had full time jobs, one night I overheard my folks struggling…
