A Day at the Zoo

Tuesday we decided to take Rachel and her little cousin, Lorien to Gladys Porter Zoo  in Brownsville.  Few things are as much fun as watching the faces of little children at the zoo.  It was a cloudy and windy day, so the animals were out in the open, running and playing.  We saw a baby camel, a baby giraffe, some very entertaining spider monkeys, hopping kangaroos, and some beautiful lions and tigers. 

Holy Spirit Ruins Visitor Sunday

(The Door News Service) – Southern Baptist Church leaders are up on arms at a Nashville church after what many call “a total disaster.” After months of planning, careful selection of hymns and sermon topic, and hiring a nationally known worship leader to perform the offering, the deacons of the First Baptist Church of Nashville watched all their hard work go up in smoke upon the arrival of the Holy Spirit last Sunday.

Welcome Home, Daddy!

A television crew in Washington State caught the reunion between Ensign Bill Hawes and his 6-year-old son, John, when, after 7 months in Iraq, the sailor surprised his little boy in his kindergarten class at school.  No matter how you feel about the war in Iraq, watch this video, then take a minute and pray for the men and women of our armed forces and for their spouses and children here at home, longing every day for their safe return.

Beauty and Spiritual Hunger in the Heart of Mexico

Last month I spent 6 days in the geographical heart of Mexico, the State of Guanajuato.  During our five days in Leon, Guanajuato and one-day tour of Guanajuato, Guanajuato, I was charmed by the idyllic beauty of the region, while at the same time, deeply saddened and challenged by the lack of Christian witness in the area.

A Plea for Church Potluck Reformation

Church potlucks have been a common denominator of every church I have attended, regardless of denomination, geographic location, racial affiliation or age demographic.  Since I was a tiny church rat, I remember standing on tiptoe with my paper plate, and peering over the long church tables that groaned under the strain of tuna casseroles, jello salads, questionable spaghetti dishes and the standard buckets of cold, fried chicken, purchased by busy families on the way to church.

As a child, I could avoid the nasty stuff, but as I grew older, the pressure got worse.