Road Trip
Loading ...By Jodi Whisenhunt -
My husband refuses to fly in airplanes, so our every vacation is a road trip. We drive a Quest, aptly named since it has racked up many thousand miles trekking from Texas to Canada to Florida and many states in between. When we travel, a GPS navigator announces the route, but road signs guide our journey. Read more
Backrow Baptist
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On a hill far away stood an old country church. For decades Backrow Baptist occupied a dignified position at the rear of the aging chapel. There, he faithfully attended every Sunday morning worship. He reverently sat through weekly Wednesday prayers. He joyfully witnessed amorous marriage unions. He woefully bore grave funeral farewells. Read more
Lost in Translation
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I say to my teenager: “Work on your biology project.”
He hears: “Muwha muwha muwha muwha muwha.” The lingo of Charlie Brown’s teacher.
Indians, Bears, and Strange Noises—Oh My!
By Jodi Whisenhunt
My family lived in the country when I was a child, on a remote mountain in West Virginia. I don’t know the acreage—didn’t occur to me to care as a little girl—but it was forested enough for my brother to terrify me with tales of ferocious bears and rogue Indians. Yes, Indians. In the 1970s.
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This Well?
By Jodi Whisenhunt
Have you ever copped an attitude with Jesus? The woman at the well did, and it made her very thirsty.
Jesus had been teaching and baptizing in Judea. To avoid trouble with the Pharisees there, He and his disciples set out for Galilee. The route led through Samaria, a region the disciples would rather bypass, full of Gentiles and foreign worship, where the weary travelers stopped to rest.
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