Month: March 2025
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Lettin’ it Fly
I awoke to the sound of a blue jay squawking just outside the window, and for once I didn’t mind all that much. Mary and I were down at the beach enjoying a wonderful time of peace and restful slumber, and the sound of the jay seemed right. Later that morning as we walked down… Read more
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Surrender
The first time I ever set foot on an airplane was way back in 1972. My Grandfather Rowell had passed away; and since Dad, with my brother and sister in tow, had driven down earlier, my Mom and I boarded a Southern Airways Martin 404 at the Columbia airport for the trip down to Panama… Read more
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Tom
I suppose John Steinbeck was right. Some stories can’t be told; they must be cajoled and teased into existence. To force the issue only tatters the wings and takes away the magic. Yarns are like moths and butterflies that way. Let a little boy reach out to satisfy his curiosity, let him touch a wing… Read more
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The Weathervane
I can still hear that high pitched screeching as it spun overhead. I was in my Great Aunt Mary’s old general store in Cottondale, Fla. It was a Sunday afternoon in early summer, and Granny and Grandpa and I were visiting family again, like it or not. Aunt Mary was my Grandpa Tharpe’s oldest sister.… Read more
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The Road Seldom Traveled
I know that I am not alone in my concern for the Church of Christ, its people and its purpose. It seems to me that the world is making inroads into the Body of Christ at break neck speed, as of late. I could describe what’s been going on, but there is no need. Even… Read more
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Give It Up
Some of you might not know this, but from the seventh grade all the way through my senior year in high school, I didn’t live with my parents. Make that, I didn’t sleep in the same place as they did. I slept in a mobile home right next to theirs with my brother, Mike.… Read more
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One Wild Ride
Let me tell you about one of the most exciting days of my life. It happened years ago in Manila, Philippines. It was my first mission trip; my first time overseas and the first time of many that I came close to wetting my pants in public. I can tell you this; I was… Read more
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The Life of Faith
Have you ever had one of those days when for the life of you, you just could not get things to come together? You know, times when no matter how hard you tried, things seemed amiss and confused? Haven’t you had a time or two in your life when you looked around and tried to… Read more
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The Sabbath
I will never forget one blazing hot Sunday afternoon a long time ago, when I wanted a Coca-Cola and I wanted it bad, but Granny didn’t have any. So being the first rate pain I was, I determined to get her to drive down to the store a mile or so away to get me… Read more
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We Ought To Be Committed
My Granny and Grandpa Tharpe were avid Atlanta Braves fans even through the bad years. Make that, especially through the bad years. I will never forget as a child sitting in my Granny’s old house, nestled safe and sound under one of her hand crocheted afghans sitting and watching the Braves lose. Night after night… Read more