Best of Walker Moore

One of the things my wife and I have done since we found out we were going to be grandparents is to pray for our grandchildren’s salvation. Since Titus the Honorable was our first grandson, it was a new way for me to pray. My prayer would go something like this: “Dear...

I’m all in favor of progress; it’s the changes I don’t like. I heard about a small town in Nevada where nothing ever changes. The local radio station still gives last year’s weather forecast. No one can tell because in Nevada the weather rarely changes anyway. Many...

I was sitting in a restaurant when the people at the next table over placed an order. After the woman told him what she wanted, the waiter responded politely, “Sorry, ma'am, but we are out of this particular item.” She stared at him with a look that could have...

Our concept of love shifts and changes as we grow older. Books are written, movies are made, and songs are sung—all trying to convey this thing called love. I grew up in the ’60s when about half of the songs were about finding love and the other half was about losing...

I have called three states “home.” I grew up in Missouri, where I was born, educated and met my wonderful wife. I then moved to Texas, where I continued my education and where our two sons were born. Thirty-nine years ago, I moved to Oklahoma. Not only did I raise my...

It seems to me that our society has lost the art of graciousness. There was a time when we had an unwritten law about this—when graciousness was an integral part of our culture. Do you remember the old cartoon, “Chip and Dale”? In almost every episode, the two...

I bet many of you readers are like me and remember when you got your first microwave oven. Years ago, a young man in our church wanted to do something special for our family. He approached me and asked if we had a microwave oven. I’d heard about these newfangled...

When I was a child, my family attended a small country church. You’ve seen dozens like it. This white-framed wooden building was surrounded by a cemetery. I guess the congregation wanted to be as close as possible to the resurrection of the dead. The thing I remember...

I’m wrote this article from Máncora, Peru, one of the many places where I work that no one has ever heard of. I could pretend to be writing from Paris, but the empanada stands, pan flute music in the background and Spanish signs won’t let me forget where I am. You...

This has been a good day. I woke up to the smell of bacon cooking. Yes, I’m one of those bacon fanatics. Having grandparents and later parents who owned a hog farm, there was never a shortage of bacon in our house. As a young child, I was convinced it was one of the...