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.
Grandpa’s Blanket-Lined Wammus
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 […]
Sometimes the Fish Catches the Boy
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 […]
The Father’s All-Seeing Eye
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. […]