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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by Jeremy Moore I know you were expecting to read the wit and wisdom of Walker Moore today. Over the years, my father has asked me numerous times to write an article for him. He does not ask me because I am gifted at packaging humor and wisdom into an 800-word essay, but because most

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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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I was having lunch with my youngest son the other day when he announced he had grown up. I guess every father likes to hear that from his 32-year-old son. But Caleb’s comment piqued my interest. I wanted to know what revelation led him to realize this amazing fact. And he had a question for

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A while back, a movie came out called “The Bucket List.” I am not sure what it was all about because when I watched it, I was on an international flight and kept falling in and out of sleep. But I saw enough to understand that the movie’s co-stars, Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson, played

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I just returned from vacation. My wife and I spent a wonderful week in Akumal, Mexico, a lazy little town about half an hour south of Playa De Carmen. A few years had passed since we took time away like this, and I was excited about having seven days of rest with no responsibilities. But

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Father’s Day is almost here—the holiday I dreaded most as a child. There is a huge difference between buying a gift for your mother and for your dad. When it comes to Mother’s Day, there are no bad choices. No matter what your mom receives, when she looks into your eyes, you know you have

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During my growing-up years in small town America, our local newspaper contained several sections. We had the National News, the Sports, the Comics and the Classifieds. But the most-read part of the newspaper was the Local News, or “About Town” section. This was about as close to a gossip column as you could get without

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I must confess that for many years I owned a motorcycle. My Uncle Lindy passed away while I was in Panama, and I didn’t get to come home for his funeral. He was the one who first got me interested in these two-wheeled machines. When I was a young boy, he often hoisted me onto

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When I was a child, my family attended a small country church. You’ve seen dozens like it. This white-framed, wooden building was surrounded by a cemetery. I guess the congregation wanted to be as close as possible to the resurrection of the dead. The thing I remember most about the church, though, was not its

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