Monday Morning Manna


  • Monday Morning Manna: Boundary Lines

    I spent my pre-college, teen-age years living in the city of Houston, Texas. My small-town parents worried constantly for my safety and sanity in the big city. Thus they set…

  • Monday Morning Manna: Circumstances and Responses

    How many times have you thought, “I wish things were different?” I confess to having that thought a few times. On one occasion, I was so disturbed about circumstances; I…

  • Monday Morning Manna: Living and Not

    Last spring I received a phone call from a friend from teen-age years asking me to pray for him because the doctors had given him only a few weeks to…

  • Monday Morning Manna: To Change, or Not to Change

    On a recent Sunday, my new pastor rolled out a new vision statement with some rather drastic changes in our church’s methodology. Seated in the back, I could see the…

  • Monday Morning Manna: Praying Pastors Wives – Continued

    Last week I shared about the broken second vertebra of my neck during the teenage years and the many answered prayers of Pastors wives during the course of my nine…

  • Monday Morning Manna: Praying Pastors Wives

    When I was a teenager, my father was Pastor of a church in Houston, Texas and my mother was President of a city-wide Pastor Wives organization. On a cold-December night…

  • Monday Morning Manna: On Being Young

    A friend, who is my age, said to me recently, “Please stop writing about aging, you’re making me feel old.” So this is about youth. My grandson Price is twelve…

  • Monday Morning Manna: Hope Times Three

    Three funerals in ten days! I guess one should expect that in the later years of life. At least I have been in the pulpit and pew, and not in…

  • Monday Morning Manna: Responding to Prayer Requests

    The more social media responses I read of people responding to prayer requests, the more I realize how much we have failed in teaching people about prayer. When Bible Schools…

  • Monday Morning Manna: My Grandfather’s Political Practices

    My grandfather was a “Yellow Dog Democrat” – a political term applied to voters in the Southern United States who voted solely for candidates who represented the then conservative Democratic…


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