One of my sweetest childhood memories is of my Grandfather’s farm. It was a simple farm set among beautiful rolling hills in southeastern Ohio. We lived a ways away so going to the farm was always an adventure and a pilgrimage.
My Dad was a very, very good Dad to me when I was growing up. Still is. I loved him deeply and I was eight or ten years old before I could imagine that he ever did anything wrong.
The Lord Jesus had just gone through a period of intense ministry and He was tired and needed quiet. Thousands of people clamored for his help and attention. Thousands listened to his teaching. He had determined and relentless human enemies and he was never far from their critical eyes. No one knew the weight of […]
We live in a very quiet neighborhood. Late one evening I was listening to some music when I heard a loud crash on the street. It took me a while to realize what had happened. Earlier that evening my wife wanted me to go to the store to get some soft drinks. It seemed like […]
I’ve never told you about King and Grit before, have I? Well I think it’s time you knew. Every boy dreams about having a loyal dog that will follow him everywhere he goes and come when he calls and sit up and beg and fetch and roll over. I always wanted a dog like that. […]
When I was a little boy, my hair was white blonde. In the summer, the sun would bleach it even whiter and I spent a lot of time out of doors on account of my parents liked the peace and quiet.
Thanksgiving Eve. 1980 we had a little harvest-celebration Thanksgiving service at Beaver Chapel, our little country Church. After the service Lois and I (that was about a year before the children started to come into our lives) got in our little blue VW and started across the state to be with family for Thanksgiving. The […]
It, was a beautiful spring day. I worked a good day but took off a little early to clean the garage. When Kyle got home we all (except Lois) went to the Muskegon River to fly-fish. We arrived at the river access about 4:30, loaded the camera, prepared the gear and headed down the trail […]
If I had a twenty-dollar bill for every time I have eaten at the “golden arches” I would have enough money to by my own franchise. If cheeseburgers are bad for you, my days are numbered. I’m probably about half cheesburger myself. I can tell you our families MacOrder from memory:
Chuck was working with me at the little country church where I pastored at the time. He was just a little guy, about three. He left his books on the floor of my study and made his way to the restroom. He was gone a little longer than I thought he should be so I […]