Every morning as I arrive at school, I walk into my room, set down my computer bag, and plop into my chair. When each class arrives, I take my place seated behi...
Although my father died eleven years ago, vestiges of his presence remain.
As I stroll through my house and my mom’s house, I can see Dad’s imprints. The sou...
He was so tough that he would toss a family out in the cold to further his interests.
The Scobeys rented from Ben Weaver, a shrewd local Mayberry businessman...
My wife and I once visited Nova Scotia on a mission trip.
While there, we rented a car to travel back and forth to the places where we would visit and work. ...
I’ve walked by the caskets of more family members than I care to recall. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and a father. As I strolled by each coffin, I lon...
David James O’Connor was a volunteer wrestling coach at Curtis Junior High School and later at Curtis Senior High School. Two young men then accused him of mole...
Middle School was a difficult period for me.
Many things I’d never faced cropped up. Peer pressure grew intense. Pressures to cheat, curse, lie, and jump ove...
She had once been a good friend, but, for a time, she was my enemy.
Four years after becoming her pastor, I noticed our relationship changed from friendly to...
How do you measure eternity?
I’ve heard different definitions for eternity. I listened as evangelists stood in churches my father pastored and attempted to e...
Many things that don’t appear bad have the potential to be.
My wife and I love being grandparents. I had always heard how wonderful grandparenting was, but I...
Every morning I do what I’ve never particularly enjoyed: look in the mirror.
On some occasions, I’ve had to ready my appearance without the luxury of a mirro...
I was the firstborn among three children.
As the oldest, my parents had high hopes for me. I’m not sure what all those hopes were—some they never shared—but ...
