Best of Walker Moore

I am the oldest of four boys. The next to the oldest of these four boys is my brother Gary. Gary has spent most of his life in law enforcement and recently retired from the Missouri State Highway Patrol. He has had many positions, but the one I get the most joy out of...

When I was growing up, we didn’t consider ourselves poor. My family always thought the poor side of the community began with the house next door. But even though we never had much money, we valued summer vacations. For the Moore boys, vacation consisted of one of two...

It is about the time of year when churches begin planning their annual Christmas programs. Music has been selected, scripts have been written, and all that remains is casting the parts and starting rehearsals. These programs have given us some of the best times in the...

Above: Walker ministering in a new church in the jungle of Panama I don’t why or when I started doing this. I don’t even think about it. I have always signed my emails, letters and other correspondence by writing, “Your Servant, Walker Moore.” Some have remarked that...

Above: Cohen the Goodhearted showing off his strength, even with a broken arm You never know how your kids are going to do when you send them off to their first day of school. The first day of kindergarten will often cast your child’s position until they graduate....

I was attending Bible College (I know some of you longtime readers are surprised that I studied the Bible, but it’s true). I had to take a class called “Christian Milieu.” It was taught by one of the most feared teachers in our school, Dr. Richard Land. Since I am a...

I was sitting in my chair as the message scrolled across the bottom of our television screen. A major storm was moving into Tulsa. Accompanying this storm were torrential rains and winds up to 60 mph.  The meteorologist began giving minute-by-minute updates,...

As you may know, I am a missionary who works with many different language groups. I am very comfortable sitting in a meeting where multiple languages are spoken. For the most part, I can follow all the conversations. Yet I have the hardest time understanding English...

I spent my teenage years in Chillicothe, Mo. I lived there during the “Happy Days” era of our culture. The town was perfect for teenagers. On the north end of town was the Ku-Ku hamburger joint. There were more than 200 of them during the ’60s. Most of these...

Above: A church offered free Santa photos during last year's pandemic. Photo by Katherine Tresner. I know of a church. I know of a church whose membership is small, with very little in its coffers, but what this church does well is reflect Jesus to its community. It...