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

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

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