J. Davy Crockett III

When I was a Boy Scout, many years ago, going to Summer Camp was a great adventure. Living in a tent with other boys, hiking forest trails, and learning new skills were memorable experiences. One class that was useful then—and which I still find useful today—was how to safely handle a hatchet or small axe. These hand tools are essential in camping and being a woodsman. Our counselor showed us how to sharpen the cutting edge of the axe, explaining that a sharp tool is much more useful—and safer—than a dull one.

Music plays a role in countless human lives. Emotions, memories, and even spirituality can be bound up in music. God is a lover of good songs, too.

Music lovers, particularly country music, blues, and some pop or rock tunes, listen to a steady stream of sad songs with lyrics and melodies about lost love, broken relationships, conditions of poverty, and depression. Love songs are big too, but the plaintive sounds of marital strife, separation, and discord dominate the various genres.

Is gender really a matter of choice? God’s teachings tell us it isn’t, and for some very important reasons that will help you understand His plan for humankind.

Some things are so obvious that there should be no question about whether they are fact or fiction. Is it up or down, black or white, hot or cold? The physical facts determine the answer.  And yet, in the mixed up, confused, confabulated times in which we live, some people defy the obvious and embrace an alternate view, not based on fact or truth, but on their opinions and imaginations.

What is your favorite story? The power of a well-told parable can change a life, for those who understand.

The church auditorium was full of friends and relatives that had come to pay respects and to comfort the grieving family. A dear lady had died of an illness that was unresponsive to treatment. She was beloved mother and grandmother as well as a staunch supporter of her husband in a successful family business. She was not young, but not old either and her loss was keenly felt by all who knew her.