Pastor Steve’s Blog

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Loading Trucks and Flinging Newspapers

My first paying job wasn’t much pay.  I was Roger’s assistant.  Roger was my good friend, and he delivered newspapers, The Dothan Eagle, early on weekends.  I was his sidekick. I learned that Mrs. Smith wanted her paper on the front porch up against the front door. ...

Curls Get the Girls

I don’t think she meant it as a compliment. I don’t see how I could take it as one. What our then 12-year-old daughter said that was not very flattering was, “Dad, you remind me of Alfalfa.” How would you take the comment? I did look in the mirror and go, “Huh?” You...

How’s Your Driving?

It is rush-hour traffic in Carrollton, which means Friday afternoon on 27 South towards Wal-Mart.  There is a stressed-out woman who is tailgating a man.  Suddenly the light ahead of him turns to yellow and he does the right thing by hitting his brakes and stopping. ...

Shoe Hospital

Where does a person go around here when your shoe tears up?  When the sole of your shoe is flapping in the wind, where does one go?  I’m sure that someone will tell me after reading this. During Sheri’s battle with cancer we made several trips to Houston, Texas, where...

Come Aparts

Since it is wedding season, here goes. On the day of the wedding rehearsal, I asked the bride’s mother how things had been that day. She said that it had been a good day; her daughter had only three “come aparts” that day. On the day of your wedding rehearsal, I think...

It’s a Wonderful World

Restaurants have a kid’s menu, coloring books, and perhaps even word games or puzzles for kids to play while waiting for the meal. Whoever thought that up had kids of their own. They should be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. We were at Sunday lunch a few years ago with...

Wind Gauge Guy

I have it on good authority that Jesus never worked a state track meet. Or at least if he did, he wasn’t the wind gauge guy. You see, I was the wind gauge guy at the recent State Track Meet.  And with my handy little gauge, I could tell where the wind was coming from...

Old-Fashioned

I sent our then six-year-old daughter to get a milkshake, with a $5 bill in my hand to cover it.   She came back with a great-looking shake, the chocolate syrup oozing over the edges of the cup.  I asked her where my change was and she said, “There isn’t any; it costs...

A Post-Easter Story

He’s dead now. I doubt that many cried when he died. He, John William King, died last Wednesday night, twenty or so years after his victim. James Byrd, on June 7, 1998 was dragged to death for three miles behind a pick-up in Jasper, Texas by King and two other men....

Brotherhood

Since The Masters golf tournament has been in the news lately, here goes: A man had two tickets for the Masters, Saturday and Sunday. He took two chairs and set them by the 18th green, front row. As he sits down, another man comes along and asks if anyone is sitting...

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