Beloved Baptist Messenger columnist and missionary Walker Moore passed away on June 26. Having written for the Baptist Messenger for more than 25 years, his columns continue to bring joy and encouragement to readers. Click here to read more about Walker’s life.
Lately, bullying has taken a major place in the news. Television reporters act like it’s a new phenomenon, but it’s been going on longer than I’ve been alive. If we could go back to Cain and Abel and hear directly from them, I’m sure one or both would complain about...
Recently, I received notice after 30-plus years that the State Fair of Tulsa has discontinued its chaplaincy ministry. Those of you who have been longtime readers of mine know that at least once a year, I write about my journey as a minister to those who serve the...
It happens whenever our family gets together. Most families, like ours, are scattered out and about, across the USA, and family gatherings do not happen very often. But when they do, I hope and pray your family isn’t like ours. I’m not even sure why we get together....
On a recent Sunday morning, my wife came downstairs ready for church when she noticed a string hanging off her blouse. She went into the kitchen and took out a pair of cheap scissors to cut the thread. She whacked away but to no avail. The scissors wouldn’t do the...
Every Saturday morning, I met with other boys my age, gathered in a dark damp basement at Chillicothe Mo., Calvary. I went for two reasons. I belonged to a group called Royal Ambassadors, a Southern Baptist Missions organization that helps boys become godly...
To say the least, I have led an unusual life. I have labored in the steamy jungles of Panama. I have sat down for dinner with the vice president of China. I have lived in homeless shelters and stayed in castles. Now, I can add one more adventure—probably the greatest...
For someone who isn’t a writer, coming up with an article each week is a daunting task. One of the problems I face is that I have only one mind, 10 fingers and 26 letters to work with. I sometimes think if we just had a few more letters in our alphabet, my job would...
A couple of weeks ago I thought I might have COVID—or at least suffering from flu-like symptoms. Whenever I am sick, I can’t help wondering if I have something more serious than an ordinary illness. You see, I come from a long line of self-diagnosers. I don’t know if...
Kids are smart. In fact, I believe they are the smartest people in the world. Victoria, my three-year-old niece, called me at the office the other day. She didn’t want to talk to my wife, just me. When I asked how she was doing, our little princess told me she wasn’t...
Raising four boys in rural America, my mother thought we needed some kind of sophistication, so she required us to take piano lessons. Every week, she would drive us out into the country to a farm where two sisters lived. Neither Mary nor Martha had ever been married,...
