Sunday, February 5, 2017



What has become
Of your people?
Saltless salt,
Hidden lamps.
Playing games
With sin.

Your body broken,
Blood shed.
A greater love
Never seen before or since.
Treated as is

Sleeping giants
These self-satisfied saints,
Frozen in their

Stir us, Father,
Move me,
Smug and satisfied
I no longer want to be.
May Your heart

Be mine. 

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Top Ten Signs You May Be a Baptist

Top Ten Signs You May Be a Baptist

10. Everyone church member serves on at least three committees.

9. You’ve been a member for twenty years but are still referred to as “that new

8. You have two opinions on everything: and they’re both right.

7. Your idea of excitement in worship is standing for more than two hymns in       worship.

6. You think the national bird should be the fried chicken.

5. Any Sunday you beat the Methodist’s to Picadilly’s is considered a sign of         God’s favor.

4. You’re in favor of replacing the grape juice and cracker in the Lord’s Supper   with sweet tea and corn bread.

3. You’ve ever called Chick-fil-A “Jesus Chicken.”

2. You prefer the bulletin be printed in King James English.

1. Heaven will be an eternal pot-luck and every seat will be on the back row.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017


As some of you may be aware, Lyndra and I became grandparents last year. I never imagined what that would mean and can't really come up with words to describe the experience. We love our kids, all 5,385,613 of them....but there's something special about grandkids. 

Thinking of my grandson, I wrote this today.


From the moment 
I first saw you
My heart was yours

The tiniest of fingers
Toes and nose
I couldn't love you more

Tears flowed freely
From joy
A love like I've never known

But my joy 
Is by sadness tempered
For I know what awaits

Wounds of flesh and heart
Broken hearts and second place
The things that make up life

If I could save you 
From what's to come I would 
But I can't

But I will love you
Through all those days 
And more. 

Jan. 3, 2017

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Here's the most recent addition to the stack.

Joseph's Contemplation

Tiny infant,
fragile form.
Hovered over 
by a father
weary and worn.

Mother and Child
in the bliss of sleep,
leaving a father
a wondering 
vigil to keep.

Angels and stars, 
and Kings.
A life so new yet
filled with wondrous things.

In the still of the night
and the quiet of his soul
Joseph wonders
about his role.

December 12, 2016

Friday, November 18, 2016

I have returned, who cares about popular demand!

Just a reminder that I make no claim as to the quality of these works. They represent a life lived from day to day.


I walk on,
Disregarding what 
My senses tell me,
Believing that you are with me.

I choose not to hear
The skeptics and false Messiahs,.
Gospels of comfort and
Your Word is the measuring line.

I hope,
Longing for the day 
When this life is replaced
With genuine peace, 
True joy and real love.
The day I see You.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

I've Been Up to Mischief Again

It's been so long since I posted anything I couldn't remember my password! I guess I need to start posting again. When you live for a full year in an area with no reliable internet access you kinda get out of practice.

But anyway, I've been entertaining wicked little thoughts and thought I'd share them with you....LOL!

Top Ten Things That Will Spook You
10. You pass the same hitchhiker three times without having turned around.

9. While playing hide and seek in a graveyard you fall into an open grave.

8. You’re home alone when suddenly every dog in the neighborhood runs onto your porch, barking viciously.

7. You’re reading with the cat on your lap when a cold breeze passes over you, causing the cat to arch her back, hiss and run away.

6. Your walking through an empty church when you hear steps in the hallway...but there’s no bare floors.

5. Being awakened by the brush of your spouse’s hand when they come to bed only to roll over and discover they aren’t there.

4. You go to answer your home phone and the caller id says it’s your home phone that’s calling.

3. You’re in the shower when the bathroom door rattles...but you’re home alone.
2. You open the bedroom door to check 

on your child and see the glowing eyes of your cat...except that you don’t own a cat.

1. You’re standing at the bathroom mirror shaving and poking at the cat with your feet...only to look over and see the cat on top of the toilet, staring at you with wide eyes.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

A Tale of Two Fathers

I decided to come out of the woods today to share my thoughts about Father’s Day. You know Father’s Day, the day that is lost in the shuffle between Mother’s Day and the Fourth of July. The holiday that sees more neckties given as gifts than at any other time of the year (That’s a joke. I don’t think I’ve ever been given a tie as a Father’s Day gift, and I’ve got six kids!)  Father’s…the protector of good table manners, lovers of fine art, and those who would never teach a child how to “pull my finger.” Those are grandfather duties, and I’m looking forward to passing those lessons on to my new grandson.

Father’s day has always been a difficult day for me because I struggled for years with my own father. My father was a hard man, abusive to his wife and children, never holding a job for any real length of time, constantly moving the family and seemingly unconcerned about his children’s education, either in public school or church. My life with my father can be summed up in this statement:

He threw me out of his house on my sixteenth birthday.

If I stopped telling you my story here it wouldn’t be all that different from my father’s story. He too grew up under difficult circumstances. And it wouldn’t be too different from the story of so many others in our very troubled world.

But my story doesn’t end there.

Two weeks or so after my sixteenth birthday I found myself without a mother as well…it certainly seemed bleak. But that afternoon a car pulled into the driveway of my mother’s house and took me to a place that would become home.

My second home was the home of the family of AJ and  Shirley Munnerlyn. I had met the Munnerlyn’s through church. Their youngest son and I shared the same birthday, separated by only a year. AJ and Shirley decided that I  would come to live with them. Since that day they have treated me as one of their own and they treat my children as their grandchildren. They shepherded me with a firm, but loving hand and encouraged me to work hard and to believe in what God wanted me to be.

AJ is a quiet man, but there is and was no doubt about his leadership in his family or to the strength of his character. He showed me how a man loves his wife and family with love and respect, that discipline is necessary for success, and that love overcomes a myriad of shortcomings. AJ loved me when I didn’t even know if I could be loved and didn’t love myself. What I have become is in very large part due to his effort and influence. The proudest day of my life was the day that he told me that he was proud of me. I have spent the rest of my life trying to live up to, to be worthy of, that respect. He has become my dad.

Dad is in his eighties now and for the first time in my memory, he seems to be aging. But his spirit is still strong and his smile is still quick. I hope that he’s still proud of me and that I am a man like him when I grow up.

I love you dad.