Best of Walker Moore

Sometimes the little things make the biggest impact. I grew up in a generation that respected senior adults. Whether it was a grandparent in our church, a schoolteacher or a police officer, we were taught to use the language of respect. We said, “Thank you,” “Please,”...

Several years ago, I had to make a trip back to the country of Panama. I had several agendas for this trip. One was to take my wife on a mini-vacation, and another was to reconnect with some of our contacts. I especially wanted to go back into the rainforest to the...

For years, people have asked me if they can download my sermons, teachings or lessons. To be honest with you, I don’t like to hear myself talk. I am dyslexic in my writing, and my speaking reflects it even more. I cringe when I hear myself butchering the English...

Several years ago I had to fly to Tampa to tape a television show. After I finished, I had the joy of meeting up with two of our missionary alumni. We decided to meet at the food court at a mall located near the airport. The luncheon was at 1 p.m., and I was finished...

“What do you do for a living?” I hear that question over and over as I travel. I could say I’m a professional meeting-er. I’ve spent my life attending meetings. I could write my autobiography and name each chapter after a meeting. Chapter 1: Youth Pastor Search...

If you have been one of my Baptist Messenger readers for any length of time, you know that I have a love for carnivals. My grandmother was a carnie, so I guess you could say it’s in my blood. Every year, I return to serve as a chaplain at the Tulsa State Fair, so I...

The first six words of this article are the easiest: "Rite of Passage by Walker Moore." I always begin by writing these six words each week and then pause, waiting to see what my fingers will do next. I wait and wait, and on most occasions, I sit here stuck, staring...

“Wake up! Wake up!” Tito said, as he shook his younger brothers, Coco and Rio. “We have a mystery to solve!” “Whaaat?” said Rio, the youngest of the three, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “What are you talking about?” “Look!” Tito said, pointing to a pile of...

My oldest grandson, Titus the Honorable, is 8 years old. He has been an odd child since birth. Now, “odd” can be interpreted two ways. It can mean strange, or it can represent a set of numbers. We have even numbers, and we have odd numbers. Neither one is better than...

Our oldest yada hoodie, Titus the Honorable, is on a second-grade soccer team. I think it’s on page 327 of the “Grandparenting Manual” that grandparents are required to attend “any sport, any school function, any church activity, or social gathering, where said...