For the Glory of God

Well, I read a fascinating story this week in USA Today sports, maybe you heard or read the story:

A hole-in-one is rare on the golf course, but what are the odds of a blind golfer sinking one? Leo Fiyalko couldn’t see it, but his golf buddies did — a hole-in-one on the fifth hole at the Cove Cay Country Club. Continue reading

Supersize Me

            We have had a flurry of new restaurants in that have opened up lately in Maumelle, particularly of the fast food variety.  I really like one of the new places, called Taco Bueno, which is a chain out of Texas.  It is really nothing more than a supped up Taco Bell, but it is better than Taco Bell and better than some of the Senior Tequila knock-offs that occupy strip malls everywhere in Maumelle.  I went by the other night to take an order home after working late, and in doing so I bumped up against one of my personal limitations.  Continue reading

All About Eve

People at the hospital are always asking my opinion about things such as current events, and fortunately for them I almost always have an opinion to offer.  Though I have learned the fine art of diplomacy along with fine tuning my ability to read people like a book, I am sometimes guarded in my answers.  They say of course you shouldn’t speak of politics or religion in mixed company, but since religion is my business I try to make it everyone else’s business as well.  Continue reading

The Case of the Honest Politician

I am excited to have two chaplain residents joining my department from Slovakia this August, Dasa and Klara, both graduating from seminary in Banska Bystrica, Slovakia very soon. I know little about Slovakia, but in my correspondence with them and in my time talking with them I have been impressed on several levels.  I am impressed with their sense of calling, their willingness to pack up and come to the United States for a year so that they can help find their place in ministry and take back new opportunities to the peoples of Slovakia.  Continue reading

Good Shepherd, Good Gate . . . Good Gosh, O mighty

by Mary Jane Cole

 

Are any of you from places where there are sheep, sheepherders or shepherds? We didn’t have many of these in eastern Arkansas where I grew up.  It was mostly cotton, rice and soybean farming.  I might be able to tell you a little bit about riding on tractors and combines, but not much about sheepherding.  Continue reading

Steve Sullivan Sermon

This morning’s lectionary passage comes on the first Sunday after Easter.  It is the famous passage about “Doubting Thomas”.  I’m sure hundreds of sermons will be launched this morning about Thomas.  How he lacked faith, he wasn’t where he was supposed to be, didn’t believe the other disciples, and was kind of a smart-arse about it.  I’ve always kind of thought Thomas got a bad rap.   I mean, how faithful were the other disciples?  They were all holed up in a locked room afraid the Jewish boogieman was going to get them.  Continue reading

My Own Personal Jesus

Thank you for sending Dianna and I to the Alliance of Baptists Convocation in New Orleans, we had a great trip.  You have heard about the convocation, now for the rest of the story.  The weather was fantastic, 80 degrees and sunny, the dogwoods and azaleas were in full splendor, and at least the French Quarter, the Garden District, Downtown and Uptown have recovered nicely from Katrina.  However, Dianna and I drove through the 9th ward where many poor and marginalized peoples lived and things there are not so good.  Continue reading

Slim, Bubba, and the Man

Do you have a nickname?  I have had a couple, in high school my friends all called me “Will” which is short of course for Wilson.  The other one that people still call me is “The Man” as in “Stan the Man.”  If I ever get a true sports car, I am going to have a custom licence plate that says “The Man” on it.  Continue reading

The Genius Club

In last week’s sermon, you may recall that I bragged about how highly compatible my bride of 30 years and I are.  And while this remains ever true, we do have different taste in many things.  For example, one being movies.  Now, Dianna likes the ubiquitous chick flick, and I do some of them, and I like male stereotypical action pics, but not all of them (since I basically am a peacenik who would rather as we said in the 60’s Continue reading

Rousing the Sleeping Giant

I ran across an article this past week that talked about the ways and means of how we argue and fight with each other as humans. The premise is that we all have certain techniques that we default to when we are in an argument with a colleague, or (dare I say) a spouse. Dianna (my wife) and I are incredibly compatible, and I cannot seriously remember our last fight, we just don’t do it. We just say no. Besides, after 30 years we already know what the other will think and say anyway before it is said. It also helps that she is right, she is right, she is alway Continue reading