A sermon based on Isaiah 40…but as relevant as if it appeared on an Internet news source this very morning.
CrackBerry Christians
This sermon is from the archives of FirstNetChurch.com, a now-defunct site I oversaw a couple years ago. I plan to move all of the sermons from that podcast to this site. I will also add new content along the way.
My Savior Got to Thee
…looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Heb. 12:2 (NKJV) “How Great Thou Art” is one of my favorite hymns. I grew up not…
Somewhere the Night
Somewhere the Night | D. Gene Strother Somewhere the Night Is still and quiet Somewhere the Dreamer Dreams Somewhere the Moon Shines big and bright Somewhere, not here it Seems Somewhere there’s Peace, Tranquility Somewhere the heart beats True Somewhere is where I Ought to be Somewhere, right there with You Somewhere the Night Is…
Hip Shots, Vier
OK, Net typists, time for a few observations from the grumpy Gramps: Decide whether “ur” means “your” or “you are” and stick with it. Or, better, just type the extra letters. Take your time and be sure that you’re using “your” and “you’re” appropriately. Understand that “loose” refers to change in your pocket while “lose”…
Under Jonah’s Hex
Maybe it is my age. Maybe it is my personality. Maybe it is a phase. Whatever it is, I keep finding myself pulled back into the 70’s lately. The latest culprit to drag me back to that simpler time is the upcoming Jonah Hex movie. Jonah Hex was a comic book character. Wikipedia describes him……
Saturday Nights Were Special
Dateline Dallas (and Mineral Wells) TX -Anybody else out there remember Saturday Night Wrestling from the Sportatorium in Dallas back in the 1970s? You do??? Cheers! Read on. If not, read on anyhow for some sweet memories you might yet make… So, I am checking FaceBook the other day and I see the note that…
Unbroken
I have just returned from a family gathering on my mother’s side. My Aunt Nelda and Uncle James hosted it on their gorgeous, sprawling west Texas ranch. They called it Camp Granky, in honor of my maternal grandmother (whom I named as a toddler when I could not manage calling her “Granny,” which my dad…
Is Forrest Gump Smarter Than Barack Obama?
I am going to go ahead and make a snap judgment here and say that men in authority ought not make snap judgments and brash statements. It seems that our current president is finding that it is much easier to be a rock star and make carefully crafted speeches with the aid of a monitor…
And Did She Fly?
There is a nagging pain inside me today. Yesterday, it finally happened. We loaded up her things and moved my Holly 150 miles down I-30 to Texarkana. Sure, it was time. She has paid her dues, gotten her education, worked hard to establish a life for herself, and now she is set to take flight….
Remember When…?
Remember when K-Mart was cool and you had never heard or thought of the word Wal-Mart? I do. Remember the big Montgomery Ward store in Fort Worth and how cool it was when your parents took you there around Christmas time and you got to try out the newest six-shooters and ride on the escalator?…
How Beauty Beats the Beast
Awhile ago, Joni Eareckson Tada featured Holly on her Joni and Friends television program. The special has made its way to YouTube. I thought I would share with you the Beauty whom the Beast could not defeat…
Hip Shots, Tres
Mr. Summer: I am all done with you. You may be dismissed. Please return to the hellacious inferno from whence you came. Or…did you lose your way? The Sahara is east…waaaay east of here. Godspeed. To all those who “beg the question,” if all you are saying is that some event or thought raised a…
Dad Day Redux
Yesterday marked the nineteenth Father’s Day since my Dad took a jarring, premature detour into eternity. I still miss him and often consider how different life might have been had he remained. I am sure I don’t think about that as much as Mom, but I think about it. He was a good dad…better than…
The Over/Under Man
What I do not overvalue I underestimate. I put that as my Facebook status this morning because the thought hit me like a subway train. I realized that much of what I am today – and where – could be explained by my either overvaluing or underestimating a thing or person. I never saw myself…
Hip Shots, Deux
Quirky is cool. Donya and I visited Gerty‘s, a little shop in one of those antique mall type settings (only this is not an antique mall; it is more of a collection of quirky shops, catering mostly to women), which Donya’s mom and three other ladies own. As I browsed the various shops while trying…
29
Twenty-nine. It is not a very sexy number, is it? Perhaps its only distinction is that it is one of only twenty-five prime numbers between one and 100. 29 isn’t cool like some of the other prime numbers. Take the number one, for instance. Every sports team, every salesman, every ambitious student wants to be…
Hip Shots
Blackie Sherrod, One of my favorite old-time newspaper columnists, wrote a column of random observations for the Dallas Morning News . He called it Scatter-Shooting. In the column, he would offer a collection of observations, opinions, and news items that were completely unrelated. Since imitation is the finest form of flattery, I tip my hat…
Boston: Reflections on a Journey
Now that I am comfortably settled back into my little nook (or cranny, if you will), I find myself prone to reflection upon our trip to Boston. I think I can best express my thoughts and feelings by suggesting and enlarging upon four words… Patriotism With the “ask not what your country can do for…
The Worst Day Fishing…
You have seen the bumper stickers and t-shirts declaring, “The worst day fishing is better than the best day working.” Yesterday, my brother and I put that theory to the test. It was a gorgeous day, barely into the 80’s, sun shining brilliantly from it’s perch in a clear, blue sky. There was a breeze…