Power in the Name of Jesus
Acts chapter two is perhaps a “typical” day for Peter and John. They went to the Temple to pray as most People of the Way did, I mean, after all, they still were Jews. Then things changed. they met a lame beggar man and Peter sensed the leading of the Holy Spirit to heal this man who had been lame his whole life. Little did he know that this healing in Jesus' name would be so controversial later that day.
Pastor, I Cannot Sleep
I wrote this fictional story while I was preparing a sermon on Matthew 11:28-30. Years ago I received a call from a member of a church whose son had committed suicide. This story doesn’t reflect that conversation nor are the names of the people involved real people. Any resemblance to a real person is purely accidental. Tom, Gloria, and Jimmy are fictional characters in a story I created from similar calls in my life as a pastor. Remember this is a fictional story.
No More Death
Death is like the proverbial white elephant in the room. Nobody wants to talk about it or acknowledge we will all die someday. We have euphemisms for death like: he passed, he kicked the bucket, he is pushing up daisies, he has gone to heaven, he croaked, or my favorite, he is six feet under.
WEBLOS Camp Out Part 1
Thank you for following the adventures of Doogie Growing Up in Greenhills. Thanks for the comments and suggestions. Be reminded this is pure fiction and any resemblance to a real person is not intentional. This is a serialized story. I am writing each week and posting what I write. Some weeks are longer than others. This week’s writing will be posted in two installments. I mentioned in the story Winton Woods, it is a real park that borders Greenhills. There is a Kingfisher pond where there was a bridge built by the Boy Scouts but no campground.
Growing Up In Greenhills- Week Four
Holidays are important to kids and summer ones were I think the most fun. For example, Memorial Day signaled the opening of the Greenhills pool on the weekends which in turn signaled the end of school was near. Labor Day was always a sad day because it signaled that the start of school was coming soon. The truth of the matter, we were ready to go back to school.