Western Knox County is a few miles north of my heartland. The countryside there is indistinguishable from the land where my dad, grandfather, great-grandfather and great-great grandfather lived.
But west of Mount Vernon, the county seat, the countryside rolls gently toward the flatness of western Ohio. There, just off St. Route 229 about a fifty yards down Tucker Road, is a white frame hall shaded by a cluster of Maples. The building is well over a hundred years old. The sign in the gable end …

I am speaking in Indianapolis and I have been borrowing the wireless from Panera. Since I am away from everyone in my family except Holly, I have been writing little “Epistles from Panera” to my family every day. Here is part of todays epistle:
Stories
Tonight I am speaking on “How to Tell Unforgettable Stories.” I had a story in mind to open with, but I can’t remember it. I love the idea of taking back the sacred art of storytelling from the liberals and post-moderns. …

A few weeks ago I told you the story of Richard and Joanna Barb’s cross-country, father-daughter adventure to acquire a canary-yellow 1972 Volkswagen Squareback. I didn’t tell you the whole story because Joanna didn’t know it yet and I didn’t want to ruin her surprise. When her dad was injured and they were not able to drive her new car back to California, Joanna was not upset about not having a car. Her emphasis was serving the Lord. She went to Mexico and helped build a …

In 1964 I was five years old. Young Americans were dying in South Vietnam. Every night on the evening news Walter Cronkite told how many were killed and wounded. If I remember right they had a little graphic in the corner of the picture with a running casualty count. For thirty minutes a night immediately after dinner Dad expected us to be silent while he watched the news.
My dad was an officer in the Army. Our car had an officer’s sticker on the …

On a snowy winter morning a couple years ago I got a call from the airport. A father and daughter were there, Richard and Joanna Barb. They needed a ride because they were on an adventure. They are from California but they bought a car on e-bay from Birch Run, twenty-five minutes north of here. It was a canary-yellow ’72 VW Squareback. Isaiah Mays, one of our men here, went to pick up the car for them and it was waiting here for them. …

Later this month it is my priviledge to minister at Mayfair Bible Church to the men all day May 18 and in the two morning services on the 19th. Mayfair is a thriving church in Flushing, Michigan about ten minutes from where we live.