How Good Is God and How Bad Is Sin?

While reviewing Romans 6, verse 21 hit me: “Therefore what benefit were you then deriving from the things of which you are now ashamed? For the outcome of those things is death.” Sin ends in death, every time. That little white lie? Keep coddling it, and like a baby viper, it will naturally  kill you….

First Things

One Sunday when my children were very young, our family made it to church with enough time before the service for an elderly saint to ask how things were going at home. I replied that some days we didn’t seem to accomplish a thing. “Did you read them the Bible?” she asked. “Yes.” “Then you…

Chase the Dream: Childhood Dreams, Chapter 4 part 3

From the best seat in the Palace, Sterling Sr. crowed, blending in with the tumult around him. “Did you see that move, boy? Blast Off’s calling card: a few straight-out jumps and then a killer right reverse. Sure tumbled ol’ Hank Dixon!” The old man hooted as the fallen rider sought refuge behind the arena…

Chase the Dream: Childhood Dreams, Chapter 4 part 2

Forrest didn’t mind his granddad going off and leaving him with a stranger. That was nothing unusual. But the clucking old hen now attending him was. Forrest couldn’t concentrate with her chatter filling the deserted grandstands. He couldn’t do what he needed to before the performance, because despite what he’d told his best friend, Tom,…

Chase the Dream: Childhood Dreams, Chapter 4 part 1

In Sterling Jackson Sr.’s reckoning, no rodeo except the NFR at Oklahoma City topped the San Francisco Cow Palace’s competition. Though he’d never qualified for the Grand National himself, his son seemed to ride for him. Before the National kicked off, the gaunt, silver-haired rancher would tour the city or its environs. Sterling might stop…

Chase the Dream: Childhood Dreams, Chapter 3 part 2

The musty scent of old hay thickened the air. “Mm.” Alison inhaled deeply. “Barns smell so good, Dad.” Scooping up another armful of hay from the cracked concrete floor, she tossed it above her head and danced underneath. Hay and dust particles floated around her, more visible because of the sunlight showering through one of…

Chase the Dream: Childhood Dreams, Chapter 3 part 1

“I love va-ca-tions! I love va-ca-tions!” Alison sang for the umpteenth time. Feeling as crimped as the new curls in her strawberry-blonde coiffure, Eileen turned to confront her daughter. “Alison, if you yell in this car once more—” The girl seemed to be weighing the punishment against the suspense of not knowing it. “If you…