I remember years ago, listening to my Grandpa Jim Richmond, a Baptist minister for the final 35 years of his life, talk about how bad it was during the Great Depression and the years that followed. His generation survived the harshest of economic environments, having to scrap and save everything jus...

My better half has always struggled with, shall I say, road ‘irritation’. If I were impolite, I would term it what it appears to be, but ‘rage’ seems like such a strong term. He talks to people as we travel down the interstate: people who pull obtrusively in front of our vehicle, those who get into ...

It was somewhere around January 8 or 9, 1979, I received a phone call one night from a man named Bobby Reppond. Bobby was the chairman of the pulpit committee for Liberty Baptist Church in Linville, Louisiana. The purpose for Bobby’s call was that they were in desperate need for someone to supply fo...

Pa Golden wasn’t my grandpa by blood, but he was my grandpa, nonetheless. Hard working, slow to speak and wearing thick lensed glasses that had thin m...

One of the most read Scriptures is the great Twenty-Third Psalms. There are not many funerals today that one might attend where the funeral home has n...

After watching some of the Democrat’s convention in Chicago, I was shocked at all of the giggling, laughing, lying and finger pointing while the world...