Whistle and He Will Come

Recently, I found myself digging a grave. Most of the dirt on our place is sugar sand. That means you can dig it pretty easily. But for some terrible reason, known only to the demons that arrange those kinds of things, on this day the dirt was hard clay, and every shovel had to break … Continue reading Whistle and He Will Come

The Day the Preacher’s Hair Caught on Fire

You never know what’s going to happen in church.  I pastor a little bitty, bitty, I mean tiny church. I pray four times during the service, sometimes five because Aunt Hermona is the only one who is willing to pray out loud, and by the time she gets through blessing the missionaries and confessing her … Continue reading The Day the Preacher’s Hair Caught on Fire