I had lofty plans – sixteen points in a week. As my quip at the top of my blog proclaims I am pleonastic. A very gracious friend describes me as his verbose friend. It is the preacha in me trying to break out. (Taking a deep sigh) Sad to realize today that I will not be able…
Every friend of mine from the state of Texas knows I like to dig at their state just about every chance I get. In fact, every one from Texas who just read the last line noticed “great” was missing from “the great state of Texas.” In my orneriness I just can’t help but pick, pick,…
Santa Claus. Now there is a controversy. It is funny to consider the different arguments concerning traditions because no matter where they start they end with this jolly ol’ man. No doubt as you read the title to this blog and are reading this first paragraph you are hoping that I will endorse your view…
Originally published on Sunday March 14, 1999 in the St. Louis Post Dispatch By Bill McClellan Nobody, not even an Irish kid, grows up thinking that he’d like to become a leprechaun. It’s something that just happens. For Hap McAlevey, it began to happen 17 years ago. Wait a minute. This is an Irish story,…
2. To take joy in God. Imagine the conundrum of telling someone to love someone else. We go through this all the time as parents with our children. It is typically revealed through specific acts that we connect with love such as hugs, kisses, saying “hello” and “goodbye.” There are times when the girls do…
“Sweetie, pick up your clothes” “Why mommy?” “Honey, make your bed.” “Why mommy?” “Darling, put down The Night Before Christmas so we can light our advent candles.” “Why mommy?” It is not as though God has given us directives without telling us why. When God gives us prescriptive directions the “why” always follows. In fact,…
This last Sunday I preached a sermon from Deuteronomy 11 entitled “The Need for Traditions.” With the feedback from Sunday and the short amount of time we had to delve into this subject I thought it worth while to continue the topic here on my blog for the next few weeks. As mentioned Sunday, it…
It was a good day for cleaning – or so Rachelle thought. Our oldest and youngest were playing a game on the couch, their legs crisscrossed, swinging in the air. Their giggles permeated the house. Naomi, our middle princess, was on the floor with her youngest cousin Grace. They too were playing a game, but…
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