I have come to know Hector Guadalupe through our daughter, first as a cause she believed in and now as
Every Mother’s Day for the last dozen years of my ministry as a pastor, we’d combine Mother’s Day with Graduate
I am grateful that I have served with three wonderful worship leaders over the twenty-seven years at Vestavia Hills Baptist
I confess, I have now been part of a ukelele flash mob, back when mobbing was not a public health
I wrote this to our church back at the beginning of April. I hoped, like all of us, that we’d
There is plenty of good work to do—beyond the ministries of the church itself, we have a world of opportunity.
It’s not social distancing. It’s just “safe distance.” One of our older ladies’ classes met with me Tuesday morning in
Irony contains great truth—that America could be demonstrating its oldest pain so openly on the day celebrating Christian barrier-breaking contains a word from the Lord for us. Deeds, not words.
So, two more little poems. I can’t help it. They just pop out. Whether they spread uncontrollably is, well, not up to me. Maybe a smile amid the little glimmers of loss that intrude on the day.
Sometime I will have to gather my thoughts about this breathtaking revolution that has been forced on us in the