Since any statutes of limitations should have expired by now, I’ll risk confessing to you that we didn’t own a television set when our kids were very young. At times we worried someone might report this neglect to Child Protective Services. But since we didn’t have a TV, some kind soul had pity on our son Alden and gave him a broken remote control to add to the small collection of rocks and sticks his heartless parents had convinced him were actual toys.
“Thanks to memorizing John 3:16 at age 8, three years later I would understand something about my favorite professional wrestler, the notorious Stone Cold Steve Austin, that I wouldn’t have otherwise.”
We met Triff and Mary at the flower festival at St Mary’s Church in Topsham, a village in the southwest of England, which was identical to the image in your mind right now of a flower festival at St Mary’s Church in Topsham, in the southwest of England. Years ago Mary had seen their house, a place called Wixels, on holiday in Topsham while Triff was still a practicing architect in Norwich on the other side of England.
The outstretched hands of Tom Lee and the white man in the water, the outstretched hands of Jesus and Peter, are reminders that the story of our faith is God reaching out with hands of love to lift us up.
Being a child of the age, my morning newspaper ritual involves a cup of coffee and opening the Daily Memphian app on my phone. Which is where, on Wednesday, I saw that the final lineup for the Beale Street Music Festival had been announced.