September 15, 2026 - Good Morning! It’s Tuesday, September 15.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. The word “grace” is found 170 times in the Bible. One of those times is in John 1:17 - “For the law was given through Moses, but grace came through Jesus Christ”. We often think of grace as just a New Testament concept, but twenty of those grace scriptures are in the Old Testament, verses like Genesis 6:8 - “Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord”, and Psalm 84:11 - “The Lord gives grace and glory”.
September 14, 2026 - Good Morning! It’s Monday, September 14
I’m an avid collector, and one of the items I like to collect is postcards, particularly ones with interesting messages written on them. For a long time, postcards have been mainly sent by people on vacation. On one side is a picture of their hotel or the Grand Canyon or the Eiffel Tower, and on the other a message like “wishing you were here!” That kind of postcard always struck me as a bit cruel, since it was being sent to someone who was not on vacation and most certainly was not “here.”
September 11, 2026 - Good Morning. It’s Friday, September 11.
A moment in time. Sudden. Shocking. A nation mourns. A nation changed.
For my parent’s generation, that moment came on December 7, 1941. At 7:48 AM that day, on the Hawaiian island of Oahu, Japanese bombs began to fall. They fell on a U.S. naval base named Pearl. And 2,403 people were killed.
For my generation, that moment came on November 22, 1963. At 12:30 PM that day, in downtown Dallas, the sound of three rifle shots rang out. They echoed in a plaza named Dealey. And one man was dead.
September 10, 2026 - Good Morning! It’s Thursday, September 10.
I love spirituals. I love the simplicity, the honesty of these old songs, created by slaves before the Civil War. Songs of courage and inspiration. Songs of faith, like “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot”, “Deep River”, and “When the Saints Go Marching In”. They often contain a touch of melancholy, but also a sense of hope. They are, in every sense, songs of the heart.
September 8, 2026 - Good Morning! It’s Tuesday, September 8.
On September 8, 1892, a Baptist pastor named Francis Bellamy published a patriotic poem - a pledge. The Pledge of Allegiance was intended to be part of a very special nationwide holiday, the 400th anniversary of the discovery, in 1492, of America by Christopher Columbus. And it was part of a movement to instill a love for country and flag in the hearts and minds of school children. Within a year, the movement placed an American flag in front of over 25,000 schools.
September 7, 2026 - Good Morning! It’s Monday, September 7.
Have you heard about the zombie churches of Europe? Sounds scary, doesn’t it? Actually it’s more sad. The term refers to the thousands of churches there that have closed their doors during the last generation. It’s a cautionary tale for our congregations here in the United States.
September 4, 2026 - Good Morning! It’s Friday, September 4.
As we close this week and move into the weekend, here’s a reprint of a Daily Devotion that first appeared in September of 2020. It’s one of my favorites. Hope you enjoy it.
September 3, 2026 - Good Morning! It’s Thursday, September 3.
Summer 2026 has been sort of a two-parter here in Deep East Texas. The first part, June and July, were relatively mild, with regular showers. And then came... August. And day after day of triple digits, dry conditions, burn bans. A typical Texas summer. But yesterday morning, at my house, there was a nice long soaking shower, and an even longer one after dark. Cooling, refreshing rain. What a blessing. Thank you, Father!
September 2, 2026 - Good Morning! It’s Wednesday, September 2.
Do you enjoy antique stores? Second to bookstores, they’re my favorite place to spend a leisurely Saturday afternoon. Over the last few years, however, I’ve had a few disconcerting moments in antique shops. While walking through the cluttered aisles, I’ll notice something, usually a toy or game, from my own childhood - maybe an Etch-A-Sketch or a View Master or a Magic Eight Ball. And it’s in moments like these that I’m struck by the sobering truth . . . I’m an antique too!