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Drifting Away
Dear Friends, Twenty years ago, Mary K and I along with my then seventeen-year daughter, Alyssa, spent a week in a lakeside cabin located in Western Kentucky in the middle of Pennyrile State Resort. We arrived at 2:30pm on a Monday, stowed our gear, and I fished much of the time from then until we
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A Fish Story
“And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.” (Matthew 4:19”) Dear Friends, Here is one that I wrote about twelve years ago when we were hanging out in a west Texas gun shop. “How about a little fishing story: click… click… click… the clicker on the big Penn
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As Filthy Rags
Dear Friends, Twenty years ago, I was asked by a neighbor to help remove a dead raccoon from under her pool deck. Dead is probably the kindest way to describe the condition of the pile of decaying matter that had once been an animal. The stench from the maggot infested carcass which was wedged between
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Royal Ancestry
Dear Friends, Mary K and I were watching that stupid show where famous folks travel all over and spend a fortune to find out that their ancestors were slave owners, traitors, adulterers, thieves, etc., way back in the day, and that got me to thinking about my lineage and the lineage of most of you
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Alas, Alas, America
When God told him that Babylonian captivity was His punishment for the sins of the country, Habakkuk’s faith never wavered. Here is his response: “Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall
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A Different Hunt
Dear Friends, From the time I was a little boy growing up in the game rich land of Northern Michigan until last year, a span of 70 years, I had always wanted to go on a guided hunt for big game and stay in a hunting lodge with like-minded individuals for the camaraderie. Well last
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Something About Figs
Dear Friends, Being a lover of figs, Brown Turkey Figs especially, I was thinking of late season figs the other day; wishing for a few of the really sweet ones to remind me of how good they were when the heat of summer ripened them in large numbers. My mother taught me to make preserves
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Dad’s Home!
Dear Friends I’ve noticed that Big Harry, my Alaskan malamute of “Don’t Climb That Fence!” fame has another attribute that seems to be common to most Christians. When I come up on him unexpectedly, he generally is ignoring the birds or squirrels or about anything else that may be eating his dog food or wreaking
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Our Vision
Thirty-two years ago on March 29th, 1993, Jesus found me in my office on Wachesaw Road in Murrells Inlet, South Carolina. Now approaching the ripe old age of seventy-seven, I am, along with my beautiful wife of twenty-two years, Mary K Dallas, starting another ministry dedicated to sharing the gospel or good news of Jesus