Well, used to be.


People the world over have yearned for it.

People from all countries.

“If we could get to America, then we could be free.”

It takes a certain goodness, a certain moral character to make such a system work.

One finds that freedom, while offering unlimited opportunities for life, doesn’t protect you from difficulty.

When I became a man, I put away childish things.

I left my mother and father, and ventured into a world where I had to learn to survive, learn to cope with trials, learn how to do without, learn how to put someone else before me.

Learn how to fail.

Learn how to get up after failure.

Learn about the strength gained from going through difficult trials.

I learned that freedom offered great opportunity.

But success was not guaranteed.

Neither was safety.

Things could happen that could burst that balloon, and send it crashing down.

“Wait, that is not fair!” (Whiny voice)

“Somebody needs to take care of me through this. Somebody needs to make sure that this can’t happen.”(Crying voice)

“The government should protect us from….”(Fill in the blank: sickness, poverty, Christians, greed, lack, laziness, failure, people that have something I don’t, opportunities that somebody else got but I didn’t,….)

“I want my mommy and daddy! This is soooo hard!”

Government says, “Yes, we will take care of you. Trust us. We will make you safe. We will make sure that everybody is happy. We know what is best for you. We will even keep you from having to get your feelings hurt.”

“They promise freedom, but they themselves are slaves of sin and corruption. For you are a slave to whatever (or whoever) controls you.” 2 Peter 2:19

We gave up the idea that we have to be brave, in order to be free.

So, do you want to be safe?

Or, do you want to be free?

“For you have been called to live in freedom, my brothers and sisters. But don’t use your freedom to satisfy your sinful nature. Instead, use your freedom to serve one another in love.” Galatians 5:13



Every so often, I come across something so full of truth, I can see the fingerprint of God.

The movie “Nefarious” was one of these times.

The reviews were all over the place, one star to ten stars, giving the overall rating 5.5 out of 10.

I had seen it in the Fandango App. It was listed as horror, so I never even considered it as something we would like to see. But, I began to hear about it from some trusted sources, so I told Wendy I wanted to see it.

We read a few reviews, and the bad ones were a bit discouraging, but the good ones were giving it 9 and 10 stars, and the reviews seemed as iff they were seeing the movie through different eyes than the 1 and 2 stars reviews.

Then I read one that said it looked as if it had a budget of $5.00, and he described his perception of it, and I wondered if maybe it wouldn’t be that good. Until I read that he left after 30 minutes.

I remembered the sources that I trusted that said I had to see it, so we bought our tickets.

I will not spoil it for you.

We were transfixed from the opening scene until the closing credits.

This film is among the most inspired writing and acting I have ever seen.

My friend, Joey, said, “It’s a masterpiece.”

You need to see it.

Don’t let another man’s opinion keep you from taking this step into a world that most humans never open their eyes to see.

The movie is full of truth.

It may open your eyes to a path to a Life that could save your life.


Or it may inspire you to pay more attention to The One who made you.

Romans 6:22-23



April 9, 2017

A couple of weeks ago, a friend asked me if the Bible was the only holy book I read.

It is, but how do you answer that question?

I didn’t answer at first, but I did think about it.

He asked me a second time.

When I was in college, and searching for some truth, (notice the word “some”) I did read writings from all types of religious and philosophical beliefs.

Honestly, though, it wasn’t like I was on some grand quest to find truth. (Thanks, Wendy, for helping me with that word, “quest.”
You complete me.
Like, we share one brain.) I just figured, my parents couldn’t possibly be right with all the stuff I had heard all my life. I wanted some new information. But, again, I wasn’t all that diligent in my search.

But, when I turned 26, had a few years of marriage behind me, a kid, a life of our own. The things that I had thought in my college days would satisfy me, didn’t.

I was still open to spiritual suggestions, but, truthfully, I really wasn’t driven that way. Somebody needed to come up to me and say, “Here’s what you need to do.”

So, one day, I was particularly down in the “slough of despond” and all I knew to do was to cry out (silently, of course) to the God my parents had believed in. “WHY?”

He answered. A light switched on.

The answer included the one holy book, the Bible.

It proved to answer every cry of my heart, every cry of despair, every cry of boredom with life.

The more I read it, the more clearly I saw my world explained, corrected.

Truth appeared, and has continued to expand through the years, the more I read that one book.

I stopped searching for the truth, because I found Him.

My new search began.

Getting to know Him.

Learning the joy of finding His pleasure.

I realized that there was a Creator of Infinite Wisdom and Truth receiving me into His very own family.

There were others, too, that I began to meet, who were a part of this new family. We shared something that I had never known before. They understood my search, and my discovery.

I really like this family.



April 8, 2016

Matt. 13:31, 17:20

Mark 4:31

Luke 13:19, 17:6

Mustard Seed Observations

“Here is another illustration Jesus used: “The Kingdom of Heaven is like a mustard seed planted in a field. It is the smallest of all seeds, but it becomes the largest of garden plants; it grows into a tree, and birds come and make nests in its branches.””

Matthew 13:31-32 NLT

1. The life is in a mustard seed, but it doesn’t become “fruitful” until it falls to the ground and dies.

“Jesus said, “How can I describe the Kingdom of God? What story should I use to illustrate it? It is like a mustard seed planted in the ground. It is the smallest of all seeds, but it becomes the largest of all garden plants; it grows long branches, and birds can make nests in its shade.””

Mark 4:30-32 NLT

2. If you want the intense flavor of mustard, you have to first crush the seed.

“Then Jesus said, “What is the Kingdom of God like? How can I illustrate it? It is like a tiny mustard seed that a man planted in a garden; it grows and becomes a tree, and the birds make nests in its branches.””

Luke 13:18-19 NLT

3. There has to be a seed, before there can be a plant.

““You don’t have enough faith,” Jesus told them. “I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it would move. Nothing would be impossible. ””

Matthew 17:20 NLT

4. The faith of a mustard seed is allowing the Life inside it to become a mustard plant.

“The Lord answered, “If you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mulberry tree, ‘May you be uprooted and thrown into the sea,’ and it would obey you!”

Luke 17:6 NLT

5. The “faith of a mustard seed” has nothing to do with size. It has to do with purpose.

6. You can’t be a mustard plant, unless you have been given the seed.

Conclusion: No mountain of obstacles to your life, or deep rooted tree of habit or sin can remain if you allow the God who gives you the second life to have control of the first.



April 7,2017

My father-in-law.

I learned more history today, the East Texas kind.

Blair’s dad, Brosure (Ambrose Davy Wright), when he was a young man, bought a new suit to wear on a date with a pretty young lady that he and his older brother, Hiram, knew.
He laid out the suit, then went outside to get the horse and wagon ready.
His brother, Hiram, went inside, put on the suit, and waited until the wagon was ready.
Brosure came in, Hiram went out a different door, got in the wagon, and had his own date.
With the same girl.
When he got home that night, Brosure was waiting in the dark, with a whip, and proceeded to tear the suit he had bought to shreds, tore the shirt off Hiram’s back with the same whip.
Brosure went inside.
Years later, Uncle Hiram showed Blair the scars on the back from the “discipline” administered by his younger brother.
Hiram kinda chuckled, “Oh, I deserved what I got, but, if I’da had a gun, I’da probably shot him. But, you know, I knew I was wrong. An hour later, it was all over and done with. We were still brothers.”

Brosure married a different girl, Bessie Alice Wren. He started a transport company that traveled between Dallas and Shreveport.
He told Blair about coming to Belzora Landing, (just south of Hawkins, on the Sabine river) and taking the ferry across.

When Blair was young, the family lived at “the old Taylor place” as sharecroppers. Blair remembered that they had some Elm trees in the yard, down near the creek, and he and his friend would pretend to be Tarzan, (Johnny Wiesmuller version) and they would bounce the elm branches down and leap to another branch.
“Hey, Tarzan, you see that?”
“Yeah, Tarzan, I sure did. Watch this!”

There used to be a dentist in Lindale whose office was above the drug store/soda shop. His office had a window that opened out onto a flat roof.
When he pulled someone’s teeth, he would just drop ’em out the window onto the roof.
Blair said there was something intriguing about seeing teeth that way, and they used to go up on the roof to see them. Once, he counted over forty teeth.

Sometimes, someone would say,”It’s been awhile since we all went down to the river,” so the weekend would come, they’d hitch up their wagons and gather at the Sabine River, for fishing, talking, campfires, and stories. So many stories.
The ladies liked these outings, because, the distance between homes in the Lindale woods didn’t give them much chance for conversation.
Whoever came, came. Whoever didn’t come, didn’t.
The men would unload their guns, lean them up against a tree, and they would stay there through the weekend until the owner picked it up to leave.
There was usually a brown jug of whiskey on a log, to share with whosoever will. Most just took an occasional sip, but occasionally someone would drink too much and would pass out.
They used to say, “Bad people pass out, but the good people go on.”

Brosure had a younger brother, Emmett. Blair said he was a little bit tongue-tied.
Once he picked up a hitchhiker, and the hitchhiker put the stuff he was carrying in the back. Emmett never looked back there.
The next day, the police came, told Emmett that they found a stolen tommy gun in his wagon, and arrested him.
The trial was questionable, but Emmett was convicted and sentenced to fifteen years at the Huntsville prison farm. He always claimed it belonged to the hitchhiker.
He escaped the farm three times, would travel from Huntsville back to the Lindale Mineola area, hiding when he heard a vehicle, hitching a ride with the people that would pass by in a wagon, offering his services as a farm hand. Everyone liked Emmett.
He would eventually make it back to his brother, Hiram’s house, and he would live in the woods on his property. He had a homemade bow and arrows.
Brosure told Blair, “One time, we were all over at Hiram’s house, and Emmett showed us how to shoot a bow. He drew back, we heard the whoosh of the arrow, and the thud, as the arrow went through Hiram’s rooster’s head, and pinned it to a tree. Hiram couldn’t be mad at Emmett cuz, that was how he survived in the woods. Everybody liked old Emmett.”
After Emmett escaped the third time, the authorities told him that they wouldn’t take him back to prison if he would leave Texas and never come back.
So, Hiram moved to New Jersey.
He still came back for an occasional family reunion.

Blair told me, that he never planned ahead. I guess that is why he remembers all these wonderful stories. Everyday was a day to be lived. You lived, you saw, you listened, you learned, you remembered.

One day at a time.



I’m often asked for proof that God exists .

It’s sort of a weird question in my mind, because it’s impossible to conceive of Him not existing.

Kind of like, “Can you prove that there is really a sun?”

I really, really enjoy talking about God, in all three of His forms, Father, Son, Holy Spirit.

Have you noticed?

I mean, He is so real to me, I feel a certain excitement when I recount ways He has affected my life, when I hear of His hands working in the lives of my friends.

It is really fun to see the light of understanding in the face of someone who has tasted His life and knows exactly what I am talking about.

I love telling about the first day that I came to know Him. It was such a miraculous turn of events, of answered prayers, of a changed heart, that I think everyone would hear the story, and believe.

But it doesn’t work that way, does it?

Atheists, Agnostics, and those that just aren’t ready to see Him…I can see them losing interest.

They act like they are interested at the beginning, but they start looking away, at the tv, the computer screen, the phone.

It’s almost as if there is a curtain that is blocking them from seeing the Light.

It’s almost like, they cannot even hear that God is speaking to their heart.

“Come to me, and I will give you rest.”

“Turn away from your godless ways, and let me give you real life.”

“Unless I give you Life, you cannot see me, or hear me, or see my world.”

“I really, really love you with an everlasting love. A love so deep that, if you accept it, I will never leave you alone.”

“I love you so much, that I gave my only Son, to pay for your rebellion, and to give you access to my world.”

“Come to me…and Live…forever!”

I wonder why they can’t hear that?

“In their case the god of this world has blinded the minds of the unbelievers, to keep them from seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God.”

2 Corinthians 4:4 ESV

Oh, yeah.

We don’t fight against flesh and blood, but against spiritual rulers in high places who have put chains and blinders on their prisoners, so they won’t see the One who comes to set them free.

Would you like to be free?



I wrote this eight years ago (2015) to a real person.

When I shared it as a generic letter, to maybe help someone struggling with some difficult temptations, I had a lot of feedback. Some positive. A lot negative.

I removed the post.

Have you ever had this strong, unyielding feeling that you didn’t respond to a situation properly?

The feeling wouldn’t go away.

Someone pointed out to me last week that I like to argue.

Sometimes I do.

Today, I didn’t feel like making an effort, so I deleted the post.

I looked up the original letter…and read it…again…slowly.

If you will do the same thing, read it slowly, think about my motives and intentions, then, maybe, hit me again with your comments.

I believe this was more important than I realized.


I hope you will read this. I am not writing to condemn you or judge you; I only want to share with you what I have learned in my 45 years of letting Jesus be my LORD. (There were 26 years before that life began, but I had no wisdom in myself, literally, none.)

My struggles against my own flesh are not nearly as hard as they used to be, but they do still rise up, virtually every day, and I only win the struggles when I yield myself to the one who made me. Now the attacks of the enemy are way harder to resist, and I am so grateful that my Lord is a forgiving one. But even those attacks can be overcome by the word of my testimony, and by fixing my eyes on Him, not on my own strength ( or in my case, weakness.)

It is my understanding that you have given yourself to the pursuit of the gay lifestyle, and my heart breaks for you, not because of the specific choice but because you are choosing a way of the natural self instead of a way of the spirit of God, tying yourself to the chains of the world and its ways instead of soaring above on “wings of eagles.” Believe me, I understand the pull on a young man. I am not so old that I can’t remember what it is to feel desire and how impossible it is to resist, especially if someone is convincing you that it is your right. I have seen Christians justify theft, lies, fornication, divorce, adultery, drunkenness, abortion, drug use, laziness, disobedience, homosexuality, PRIDE,… all in the name of “my right to choose” what I want to do. The first 26 years of my life were exactly like that, and I considered myself good!

Here is what I have learned. No matter how strong the desire, and no matter how satisfying the fulfillment of the desire, the satisfaction leaves, the desire returns, and a deep darkness inside of us grows, the light that was there dims.

We were created for joy. We were created to display the awesome glory of God. I heard a man say this week that “God displays His Glory most in us, when we are most satisfied in Him!” The reason drugs, alcohol, thrills, sex, and power are so addictive is because they counterfeit joy, and we become resigned to the idea that they are the only avenues to attaining a measure of joy.

But joy can indeed be found when one truly seeks satisfaction in Him only. When He smiles, you get JOY!

My friend, I am coming to you as a brother In Christ, because I believe you are. God can even use the natural desires you have in you to display His glory to the people you are drawn to, in a way I could never reach them. Choices you make will have consequences, and if you think pursuing a course that tells God “I want this no matter what” will give you happiness, I’m afraid you will be most severely disappointed. I know I am an old man to you, but I have really felt JOY, and know what it is like both ways, my way and HIS WAY. “In His light, we see light!”

Always in His grip,

Your friend,




The conversation started with a question.

“So, you don’t think it is possible for a Christian to be gay? What would you say if I told you I have been in a committed, loving relationship for over ten years.”

“Well, that says a lot about your loyalty and strength of commitment….”

“What about a Christian that overeats? Isn’t he just as guilty for indulging himself, for giving into his desires?”

Good question, don’t you think?

What about one who is sexually immoral, or commits adultery, or puts some thing in has life ahead of his commitment to God (idolatry), or one who takes stuff that doesn’t belong to him, or one who still likes to get drunk, or high, or someone who gossips, or someone who is still a little bit shady in his business dealings?

Can this one still be a Christian?

Could we be asking the wrong questions?

C.S. Lewis would say that we are happy sitting in the mud in our backyard making mud pies instead of spending a holiday at the beach.

A Christian is one who has received a gift from His creator, a gift of life that goes on forever, that cannot die, that gives him the ability to see God, to see His kingdom, to drop his chains and become free to be what he was created to be.

Why would I want to live in the old way, desperately searching for a tiny morsel of pleasure in the dirt, when there is a path laid out for me that leads to a life of inexpressible joy?

If I am happy with life the way it is, the way it was before I “became a Christian,” then, maybe I haven’t yet received a new life.

Maybe, the questions I should be asking are, “Do I belong to the One who made me?

Is He still changing me into what He made me to be?

Do I want to please Him?

Or me?”

“You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.” (1 Corinthians 6)

You will like the new you!



And your life was pretty much a hop, a skip, and a jump from one joy to the next…

“Come into our world, little one.”
“It’s a boy!”

You left a tiny little world of quiet darkness, and entered a massive, terrifying, exhilarating world of light and sounds.

A world of discovery.

A new life of joy at every turn.


Light, newness, joy everywhere.

First day of school,

First real baseball glove, a Rawlings, Roberto Clemente,

Skipping rocks in White Rock Lake

First time to Six Flags

The Sears on Ross Avenue Christmas window display

Sleepless nights of anticipation before Christmas morning, before vacation.

Christmas morning

Running with friends until your side hurt

Hide and seek at dusk

Roller skating on the sidewalk

Crawdad fishing

Catching tadpoles

Lightning bugs in a jar.

Ant farm…. (This is my list. You have to make your own.)

Sorrows, hurts all smoothed away and forgotten by the loving arms, hands and words of your parents.

Then junior high came, high school, college, marriage, life.
Darkness began to overtake the light.
Everything changed.
You settled for just finding what happiness you could find.

Anything to cover the pain of this ever darkening world.


Second Birth.

“Come to me, into my world, little one.”
“It’s a son. My son.”

You emerge from a world of darkness, noise, and pain into a new, massive, terrifying, exhilarating world of Light, a new voice.

Joy waits at every turn.

Everything is new

There is a purpose to every sorrow, every pain, every loss.

You are comforted by the loving arms, hands and voice of your Father.

The Joy and discovery begins again.


You may still be trapped inside this dark world, scratching and clawing for whatever tiny bits of happiness you can find, looking for ways to numb the pain and sorrow that seem to overwhelm you.

There is a way out.
It’s simple, but not easy.

If you feel the desire for more, if you feel the pull toward the savior, then all you have to do is yield your life to Him.

You will find His ways to be much higher than your ways.

If you do not have this desire, then my prayer is that you will.

Light can overcome the darkness.



God plus nothing else


Everything else without God.

Maybe we don’t have freedom of choice after all.

In the game of life we are born into the world’s team of superstars. No choice. That is where we are placed. An evolving, powerful team of the great and small, the mighty and the weak. All with a place. All with a purpose.

To make the world a better place for me.

“I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life.”

What was that? Who said that?

You were just invited to join a different team.

Now, you choose.

What I want, or what He wants.

It’s simple, really. Continue on your way, making sure you get your way as much as you can, and enduring and fighting when you can’t, or

Giving up your rights, all your preconceived ideas of justice and good, your ideas of what is best for you, and placing yourself into the hands of this new coach, trainer, developer, ruler. His rules. His roles. His team. His ways are not our ways.

Life will certainly become more interesting.

But, certain people will come to hate and despise everything that you come to love. You will begin to recognize hatred, blindness, foolishness, gullibility to the false narrative of this world.

You will begin to recognize the enemy, the plans and agenda of the enemy.

And, you will experience a peace, a joy, a purpose in the hands of the One who is “the Way, the Truth, and the Life.”