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STORM PIT APOCALYPSE

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“I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.”  Psalm 55:8”

Does anyone remember the heyday of the storm pit?  Yes, in “tornado alley” (a swath stretching from Oklahoma to Georgia) the storm pit was a common sight, especially between the mid-1930’s and the mid-1960’s.  Around here they were normally dug into the side of a small hill, usually consisting of about six steps descending down into a 8′ x 8′ cinderblock-walled room.  Around the edge of the room were wooden benches, or sometimes a collection of ladder back chairs with cane-woven seats.    All storm pits had plenty of candles, matches, and perhaps a kerosene lamp.  Moms and Dads everywhere kept their eyes to the sky during stormy seasons of the year–  storm pits  needed to be used, and used often.

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MIRACLE AT SIX FLAGS

log-flumeBeing a youth pastor was loads of fun. Peggy and I served as youth pastors for the first few years of our ministry together at Kingwood, and we still consider those early youth group friendships among our greatest treasures.  We always tried to use creativity and “outside the box” methods to appeal to young people, so that they could see and experience what it truly means to walk with Jesus.  Youth retreats, drama presentations, musicals, discipleship groups, and cutting edge evangelism ruled the day, but when God, in the midst of a routine youth group trip to Six Flags Over Georgia, threw in a real-life, bonafide MIRACLE among us, we learned a lesson we will never, ever forget.

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THE GREAT BATTLE OF BREWER’S CORNFIELD

more-stalksThe coming of Autumn usually reminds me of one of the great military conflicts in history– the Great Battle of Brewer’s Cornfield.  No, neither Washington or Lee ever performed the amazing feat that two eleven-year-old boys did that fateful day in 1967.  Just behind the Sims house in Ashland stood a half-acre of corn owned by Thurmon Brewer– yes, the same Mr. Brewer that my blog readers met in a previous post (see “Speaking in Cursive,” May 2,2016).

The time was mid-November and the corn stalks were already brown and dry, waving in the fall wind like zombies arranged in neat death rows.  It didn’t take long for eleven-year-old imaginations to see the field as an entire legion of cruel Roman soldiers, marching shoulder to shoulder with plans to crush the women and children crouched within the walls of Fort Sims.  The only thing standing between the Legion of Death and victory was an alliance of two brave boys– Mark Sims and Walt Hill— protectors of all things good and decent.

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“LOVE” RULES

peace-and-loveThe year was 1972.  Nixon was president, the Vietnam war was raging, and the evening television news was all about student unrest.  It seemed like rebelling against all manner of authority was in the air.  Some did it through music and strange wardrobe choices.  Others rebelled through drug use and the rejection of moral norms.  My parents were quite strict, so I had lots of limits on expressing personal rebellion.  Dad was a World War 2 vet.  Rebellion against authority wasn’t something that went down smoothly in the Sims home.  But, alas,  I found a way to do it.   I did it, primarily, by running my mouth.

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THE AMAZING AUNT BAPPY

sillouetteBessie J. Wiggins and her twin brother, Jesse B. Wiggins, were born in 1899 in rural South Carolina.  Bess and Jess, they called them, but Jess preferred to call his sister, “Bappy”– and it stuck.  Before long everyone just called her “Bappy.”  She hovers near the top of my list of “most unforgettable characters.”  My wife, Peggy, had told me about Aunt Bappy even before we married.  “I’ve never met anyone like her!” she remarked.  “And no one has ever heard her say anything bad about anyone.  She is the most kind, positive , and truly uplifting person I’ve ever met.”

We planned a trip to South Carolina for our first Thanksgiving together to attend a huge family reunion.  Peggy was so excited for me to meet the family– especially the amazing Aunt Bappy.  I looked forward to it, but prepared myself to not get my hopes up too high.  Nobody is that nice.  Her reputation, I assumed, was as much legend as fact.

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