Perhaps you feel your testimony isn't worth sharing. Think again. In a world filled with megachurch preachers, complicated theologies, and distortions of the good news of Jesus, what can a down-to-earth faith look like? "Daddy loved to fish. This particular afternoon found me with him at one of the ponds close to our camp house out in the Walker community just off the Transport Cemetery Road. I was at an age where playing on the sandy bank with a stick was every bit as entertaining as fishing. Making a little too much noise resulted in a plea to be quiet, but he still kept fishing. I went on playing. The nearby minnows would dart in the shallows right along with dad's patience when I would stamp my feet. He asked me to stop, and he kept on fishing. Maybe I took it as a challenge. I'm not sure now what was going through my head, but in a glaring display of the restlessness of a child, I had to slap my foot on that bank one more time. As he started toward me I knew I'd gone too far. I'd made a number of mistakes that afternoon, what was one more? I ran. Up the hill and away from certain doom I went. Not even halfway up the hill, terror took over when I realized he was right behind me. Like a scene from an educational program where a lion is chasing a baby deer, you knew it was not going to end well, and the narrator was going to be talking about how it was nature's way. Man, did I feel sorry for that deer..." Walk With Me is a collection of stories and observations meant to encourage faith, examine your hope, and even laugh.
Perhaps you feel your testimony isn't worth sharing. Think again. In a world filled with megachurch preachers, complicated theologies, and distortions of the good news of Jesus, what can a down-to-earth faith look like? "Daddy loved to fish. This particular afternoon found me with him at one of the ponds close to our camp house out in the Walker community just off the Transport Cemetery Road. I was at an age where playing on the sandy bank with a stick was every bit as entertaining as fishing. Making a little too much noise resulted in a plea to be quiet, but he still kept fishing. I went on playing. The nearby minnows would dart in the shallows right along with dad's patience when I would stamp my feet. He asked me to stop, and he kept on fishing. Maybe I took it as a challenge. I'm not sure now what was going through my head, but in a glaring display of the restlessness of a child, I had to slap my foot on that bank one more time. As he started toward me I knew I'd gone too far. I'd made a number of mistakes that afternoon, what was one more? I ran. Up the hill and away from certain doom I went. Not even halfway up the hill, terror took over when I realized he was right behind me. Like a scene from an educational program where a lion is chasing a baby deer, you knew it was not going to end well, and the narrator was going to be talking about how it was nature's way. Man, did I feel sorry for that deer..." Walk With Me is a collection of stories and observations meant to encourage faith, examine your hope, and even laugh.
