I Love to Tell the Story

As Alan Jackson sings, “I love to tell the story. . . to tell the old old story of Jesus and His love,” I am reminded of Alan Redpath. He came to the podium to address a large group of seminary students. He was older at the time, and stood tottering, grasping the podium to steady himself. He looked out at the audience and began to sing, “Jesus love me. This I know. The Bible tells me so.” His voice cracked. He continued to sing, Continue reading “I Love to Tell the Story”

Sing Me To Heaven

The Dawn Has Awakened

It’s quiet on the deck this morning. Water gurgles as it falls into the ponds. Birds sing to awaken the morning. I can’t hear it, but we know that “the whole creation has been groaning. . .” That’s what Apostle Paul said in his letter to the Roman Believers. And from my iPad Bradley Walker sings, “Sing me to Heaven. When it comes my time to go, Continue reading “Sing Me To Heaven”

Another Day in the Garden

Garden view from the deck
Garden viewed from the deck

They sat again on the deck, by the pond in the garden, talking of many things. Just a man and his father enjoying the afternoon together. A few leaves, already brown, fell gracefully all around at the touch of a breeze.

“I’m curious,” said the man’s father, “why you thought you’d somehow not be sitting at the head table of my dinner party.” Continue reading “Another Day in the Garden”