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:
I’m Tough, I’m Tough
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 […]
Brothers on the Road and On the River
This spring the men of the church planned a campout and a canoe trip for Fathers and sons. God has given me four sons. I didn’t want to leave any of them, but little Wes was far too small. Dan is six and he was eager to go. Chuck is twelve and Kyle is sixteen. […]
I Got a Bug in My Eye
Some people find it hard to express emotion. I’ve never been that way. It always made my eyes moist when I accidentally stepped on a colony of ants on the way home from school. It seems axiomatic in life that those of us who find it easy to express emotion are usually attracted to those […]
Road Kill
When I was a boy we lived in a wide spot in the road called Logansville. My dad was the parson of the Congregational Church there. Friday was payday and in good weather I rode my bike up the hill west of town to Huber Rhorer’s house to pick up Dad’s check. It was eighty […]
Regular Maintenance
The house was quiet. There were sound that children make when they are sleeping, there is the gurgle and bumping of the water travelling through the heater pipes. I’m in the upstairs master bedroom. Lois will join me soon for a long winter’s nap and set the fan to whirring. But right now things are […]