No Teardowns in This Neighborhood

For Wilshire Baptist Church

 I turned left off Garland Road onto Tranquilla and almost hit the curb when I saw what was in front of me at the corner of Galway. I made the detour while running errands after a storm to check on the old pecan trees that framed the house I lived in for 18 years. The trees looked healthy and strong as expected, but the house? That was the big surprise, because growing out of the roof of the one-story ranch-style structure was a new second story. Continue reading “No Teardowns in This Neighborhood”

And Now Let Us Pray . . .

For Wilshire Baptist Church 

I don’t recall exactly when it started but sometime early in our relationship LeAnn and I began holding hands whenever there was a prayer being spoken. Certainly it was a sign of our shared faith, but I confess that early on it was a good excuse to lace our fingers together as couples do when they’re beginning to feel connected. We were sort of hiding out in the beginning, and prayer time offered a chance to make contact while “every head was bowed and every eye was closed.” Continue reading “And Now Let Us Pray . . .”