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“Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.” Watching each individual grain of sand pass through the bottleneck of an hourglass always captivated me as a child. At first it seemed as though the mass... Continue Reading »
When I was a student minister, I asked Mr. Bob to address our teenagers because of his past military experience. Because he was in his 70s I assumed he might be a bit apprehensive about speaking to them, so,... Continue Reading »
“I know already, Dad!” I rolled my eyes and gripped the steering wheel about as tightly as my father was gritting his teeth. I drove into the street as the car sputtered forward. “Slow down!” “I’m going the speed... Continue Reading »
“Mom! Do you know where my cleats are? I can’t find them anywhere,” yelled my oldest son, Caden, from the top of the stairs. “Mom! Please tell me you washed my Vineyard Vines T-shirt. I have nothing to wear,”... Continue Reading »
Predictable. Routine. These words defined Simon and Andrew’s lives. They were working in the family fishing business, and every night they would attempt to catch enough fish to feed their family. On this particular night, they didn’t have much... Continue Reading »
Myrtle Beach First Baptist Church started a new worship service at their local school. Don has been leading worship for years, but this worship service was much different from what he had done in the past. There was no... Continue Reading »
College spring break! I looked forward to a week of no studying, going to the beach with friends, and having fun. As we led up to spring break, my friends in the Fellowship of Christian Athletes would begin talking... Continue Reading »
A man is designed to take on but one task at a time. My wife should have used better judgment when she asked me to watch my 3-year-old while I was grilling. I did what most men would do:... Continue Reading »
A few weeks after the flood, I stood on Mrs. Jones’ porch in Andrews, S.C., and watched a crane pick her couch up and out of her front yard. She looked at my shirt and read the words, “South... Continue Reading »
“Why does God hate me?” Sam sat with his head in his hands, sobbing. His life was a mess, piled up 10 feet high in his front yard, after the flash flood in South Carolina rushed into his home.... Continue Reading »
I tried to pretend not to see him. He held a cardboard sign on the exit of the interstate and walked up slowly to my stalling car at the light. My prayer was answered, and the light turned green... Continue Reading »
“Play ball!” I watched as my son Connor took the field to play in the Dixie Youth World Series. I had coached him all year and talked baseball nearly every day. We worked on drills outside in the backyard,... Continue Reading »
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