A thought crossed my mind the other day. It was a slow, lonely journey. But as I’ve shared with you before, I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I don’t know if your church was like mine, but while I was growing up in the 1950s and ’60s, our Vacation Bible Schools lasted two

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Do you remember the movie “My Big Fat Greek Wedding?” One of the funny gags that ran throughout the film involved the family patriarch, Gus Portokalos, and a bottle of Windex. Every time someone had a cut, scrape or bruise, he squirted Windex as if it were a cure-all. At the end of the film,

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In my entire working life, I’ve only been fired once. I’m not proud that I have this blemish on an otherwise stellar career. And it all came back to me this past week when I was asked to speak in the chapel service at Hannibal LaGrange University. When I attended, it was Hannibal LaGrange College,

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Growing up, one of the yearly events I enjoyed most was the Moore family reunion. It always reminded me of the phrase the movie “Field of Dreams” made famous: “If you build it, he will come.” Hold a Moore family reunion, and relatives far and wide were sure to show up. This one-day event was

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I don’t remember ever being afraid of the night. When I was growing up, the setting sun and the first appearance of evening stars brought me great delight. We lived out in the country, so the Moore boys anxiously awaited the advent of dusk and the arrival of the lightning bugs. Their rhythmic, pulsating flashes

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If you’ve read this column for any length of time, you know I’m a missionary. I spend part of the year living in some of the most remote parts of the world. That makes the framework for this week’s article even more interesting. I have a younger brother who lives in Kansas. Although I’ve only

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