A new year has begun. Just think of these beautiful words: “For God says, ‘At just the right time, I heard you. On the day of salvation, I helped you.’ Indeed the ‘right time’ is now. Today is the day of salvation” (2 Corinthians 6:2 NLT). The “right time” for me is not only my… Read More»
It’s 82 degrees here as I write you this Christmas letter. To help get in the mood, I’ve lowered the thermostat to 70, fixed my screen-saver to show a light drifting snow over evergreen trees in the mountains, and have Bing Crosby singing, “I’m dreaming of a White Christmas”.
Back then, my “trumpet duet” was a crowd favorite. I was in the middle of performing that number when the large crowd began to applaud and cheer like I had never experienced before or since. The large crowd started to push forward toward the stage to get a closer look as if they were experiencing some sort of musical miracle (search “solo trumpet duet” on YouTube to see this “miracle”).
ONE of my favorite comedies is the movie What about Bob (1991) starring Bill Murray and Richard Dreyfuss. Bill Murray plays Bob Wiley, an obsessive-compulsive-neurotic mess.
Dear LOGOI Family, Thank you for your prayers through massive hurricane Irma. Your LOGOI family based in Miami is all safe. We are now awaiting updates from Cuba and elsewhere including our ministry partners from the Florida Keys through the Carolinas. It is always so encouraging to see neighbors helping neighbors. It is a glimpse of… Read More»
Can you do it? Go ahead, I’ll wait. It’s not easy. It might be easier to try and summarize your son or daughter, husband or wife, mother or father in just six words. It would be a rather interesting exercise to ask people to do around the dinner table one night. (If you do, please… Read More»
I have wonderful memories of arriving home after a day at work to find my then five-year-old little boy, Matt, waiting for me with a book in his hand. He especially loved the Lord of the Rings stories.
I like coffee, A LOT. Just black and hot. None of that iced coffee or latte stuff for me. Give me a deep, dark roast you can smell through thick walls. No sugar, no milk, just freshly brewed as coffee is supposed to be.
“Please pass the baby” was a phrase I was forced to utter rather frequently during a recent vacation that included my eight-month-old grandson, Nolan, and my mother. I’m not one to brag, but it goes without saying that my grandson is an incredibly gifted child. He can’t speak or walk yet, but there is no question… Read More»
After performing some of my comedy routines including my “solo trumpet duet” (you can look it up on YouTube) in one of my “Ed”ertainment engagements, a man laughingly asked, “How did you get this way?”