Rite of Passage: Broken and Beautiful
Today, I had to say goodbye to an old and trusted friend. We met years ago, when I was a neophyte in the ministry. My traveling days were just beginning, and all I had was a new Bible and an old suitcase made of cardboard. It was just a cloth-covered box with a handle, nothing fancy, but it worked. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular that day when I walked into the store, but there she stood, so regal in all her glory. My...
Rite of passage: ‘Moore adventures’
It isn’t having grandchildren that make me feel old these days; it is the knowledge that I am married to their grandmother. These last few years, adding the role of grandfather to my life has brought me some of the best days I’ve ever had. Many grandparents tell me to enjoy this phase while I can, because when my grandsons hit their teenage years, I will take a back seat to their friends. I know that life is constantly changing, and...
Rite of Passage: Bicycles and Births
On the day River the Peacemaker entered this world, my wife and I had Titus the Honorable and Cohen the Goodhearted staying with us. The weather was beautiful, so Titus got out his little bicycle and rode around the backyard while Cohen watered Grammy’s flowers. Before long, Titus came to me, his expression serious. “Poppy, I think it’s time we take the training wheels off this bike.” What do you do when a 5 1/2-year-old looks at you...
Rite of passage: Welcome, River Walker Moore
With great joy, the writing team of Moore, Moore and Moore announces a new addition. Joining our team is River Walker Moore, born Monday, March 18, 2019, weighing in at 7 pounds, 13 ounces. I am sure this new addition will bring us many more stories of laughter and hope. I have given each of my grandsons a title to go along with his name. I have done this because 1) I believe it is biblical. Jesus even had a title; He was called...
Rite of Passage: Parent responsive reading
I grew up in a small country church, when we first started attending this church it had one large room called the sanctuary. The seats were long wooden pews that would bend like a horseshoe as it went from one side to the other. Directly below it was the basement. Most of our Sunday Schools, RA’s, GA’s, Training Union, Vacation Bible School and 40th wedding anniversary celebrations took place in the basement. I don’t know why but...
