It’s hard to imagine yourself as a soldier in ancient times walking onto a battlefield where swords, spears, daggers, flails, bows and arrows, and shields of your enemy abound, and yet you stand there, in light clothing, with no shoes, boots or head covering, while your foe is in full charge toward you, his eyes […]

I remember many years ago, as a young minister from the United States, visiting and preaching in Germany. While there, I visited the Dachau Concentration Camp just a few miles north of Munich. It was one of the most sobering moments I would ever experience. Viewing the remains of the ovens, the gas chamber, and especially […]

I have awakened early on this Friday, the day that Christendom around the world, with thankful hearts, recognizes as “Good Friday.” Having just returned home from east-central Africa from a missions trip on Wednesday, I am still in a “time adjustment “ mode, so it was natural for me to be awakened early, but my […]

“Gone”-A Poem about the Darkest Saturday Gone….. was his incredible smile,… that they remembered so clearly, as the children had gathered around him, with their laughter, and playing, and dirty hands, trying to climb into his lap as he blessed them. Gone…..was the authority he exercised,….over the trembling demons, that saturated the poor wretched man […]

APRIL 24, 1930 – MARCH 31, 2022 IN THE CARE OF Pendry’s Lenoir Funeral Home Alpha Lee “Dude” Carswell, age 91, of Lenoir, North Carolina, passed away on Thursday, March 31, 2022. Alpha was born April 24, 1930, in Caldwell County to the late Lee and Pansy Porch Carswell.  He is survived by his wife […]

I have felt this urgency in my walk with God of late to learn and embrace all I can about my Creator and His creation. I have revisited and reread the first 3 chapters of Genesis, Psalms 8, Psalms 24, and Psalms 139, as well as Job, Chapters 38 & 39. I have been sobered […]

“Thou will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.” Isaiah 26:3 I took this picture of this blooming Bradford Pear tree on a sunny March afternoon on the edge of the field behind my house. I remember when it was but a tiny sapling, and I […]