Archive for the ‘Biography’ Category

Blog Withdrawal

November 13, 2007

No Internet at the house for a week now.   That coupled with the Family Advance last week meant very little productivity on this here backwater of a blog.  I will try and step things up as I can.  Much will depend on getting my cable modem back up.

Speaking of the Family Advance…  We had a wonderful time this weekend.  Saw some old friends like Randy Booth and made some new acquaintances like Ben HouseAndrew Sandlin has a prodigious memory; recalled my name from a single meeting three years ago, impressing me greatly. 

Of the three speakers my daughters enjoyed Andrew the most.  Andrew gave us much to talk about and I am grateful.  His talks dealt with courtship, marriage, time and money and were of great benefit to this father of three young ladies.  My daughters are godly young women and I am blessed to know that they are viewing their earthly relationships with their Heavenly Relationship in mind. 

The host church of the Family Advance is pastored by a stalwart of the faith, Pastor Mickey Schneider. He has been at the front of the conservative Presbyterian church for sometime.  He was there at the start of the PCA and is making an impact on this young pastor today.  I am thankful for his leadership and pray that God will bless him and the saints at Trinity Presbyterian Church with grace an peace.

The Family Advance is a wonderful way to spend your Veterans Day Weekend.  Come on down if  you get the chance.

 al sends


My Wife’s Brain Is Safe And Sound

August 11, 2007

CoffeeFound this here story by following a link from Mark Horne’s blog…  I like Mark’s blog a lot.  If you have not checked it out please do.

My lovely wife is a coffee drinker.  No, really… she is a COFFEE DRINKER!  When she sleeps her right hand maintains a backward “C” shape.  If her adrenal glan quit working, we would not know it for a week.  I mean… she loves her coffee.

Well, apparently this does wonders for her cerebrum:

Women who drink three cups of coffee a day show less cognitive decline than women who drink a cup or less, report French neuroscientists

This is how my wife is able to teach 5th grade math to pre-calculus in the same school year. 

In case you are wondering the study said the coffee does not hold the same promise for men.  I wonder how sweet tea would stack up in such a study? hmmm…

al sends

Am I Pathetic?

July 23, 2007

Have you wondered how this happened:

Deathly Hallows Breaks Records

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, the seventh and final volume of J.K. Rowling’s fantasy series, sold a record 8.3 million copies in its first 24 hours on sale in the United States, Scholastic Inc. reported to the Associated Press.  (HT: Dale Courtney)

I have three daughters and a wife, all of whom are old enough to read Harry Potter.  We pre-ordered two copies of the book but by Saturday evening the arguments over how long so-and-so had the book and the over all mood of the readers had ruined the peace of my happy home.  So I manned up, flexed all my spiritual acumen and…

went to the store and bought another copy.

Am I pathetic?

Look At That Picture… God Loves You

June 30, 2007

Heading up to Family Reunion!  I am a mixed breed… Dad is a Yankee, Newton Mass.  Mom is a Southern Bell, B-Ham Alabama.  Dad’s mom was born in Scotland.  Mom’s dad was 1/4 Indian, Native American type. 

Since I am reformed I embrace my Scots ancestry with a vengeance, hating the English and loving the Kirk.  But, I must say that I am helplessly drawn to the little town of Roanoke, Alabama every 4th of July weekend.  The call of the Folsom’s runs as strong in my blood as the Highland yell of Clan MacMillan.

Every year one of the old folks just can’t make it to Darden’s place and every year there are at least one or two wee ones enjoying their first glimpse of the wrap around porch and the two story barn.  They won’t remember it of course, but we take pictures so they will know they were part of the family even back then.  We will point at the photo and say, “see that’s you and that is your great grandfather, telling you that he loves you.”  And that is all the proof she will need.  She is a Folsom.

Isn’t that a bit like baptism?   The child does not remember his baptism, but we took pictures and we will point to the photo one day and say, “that’s you and that is Pastor Bryant, telling you that God loves you.”  And seeing that picture will be one more testimony of the faithfulness of God.  He is a child of the King.

I leave you with this video of the poetry of Robert Burns sung nicely by Andy M. Stewart.  Have a great Lord’s Day!

al sends

Cute Little Bundles of Sin

June 30, 2007

Babies really like me.  Well, most of them do anyway.  They coo, smile and generally seem to enjoy it when I hold them.  Of course it could all be a nasty trick:

Sin gotta hold on us and only Jesus Christ can break it.

Luke 18:15-17

Then they also brought infants to Him that He might touch them; but when the disciples saw it, they rebuked them. 16 But Jesus called them to Him and said, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God.  17 Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it.” 

al sends

Very God of Very God

June 18, 2007

I was going to put something up about the guy who won Britain’s Got Talent… but this just blew me away.

Let me start with a story from my Navy days … (Civilian equivalents placed in parentheses for Squid Talk)

I was in my rack (bed) onboard the USS Nimitz, having just returned from the head (bathroom) after my shower. Right before taps (the announcement that the work day is over, 10 PM) by tradition the chaplain (Navy preacher) provides the evening prayer.

On this occasion we had a visiting Roman Catholic Priest who was on his way to one of the small boys (Navy ships that escort the larger aircraft carriers) and he was given the opportunity to lead this evening’s prayer. So, he gets on the 1MC (ship’s intercom) and begins to intone, “Dear God, Yahweh , Jesus, Allah, Buddha, Mother Earth… You are known by many names…” I have no idea what he said since I practically hit the deck (floor) at those words coming out the mouth of a man with a cross on his sleeve (a Christian chaplain).

I had that same feeling when I read this story in the Seattle Times. Here is a quote but you should read the whole thing:

Shortly after noon on Fridays, the Rev. Ann Holmes Redding ties on a black headscarf, preparing to pray with her Muslim group on First Hill.
On Sunday mornings, Redding puts on the white collar of an Episcopal priest.
She does both, she says, because she’s Christian and Muslim.

Redding, who until recently was director of faith formation at St. Mark’s Episcopal Cathedral, has been a priest for more than 20 years. Now she’s ready to tell people that, for the last 15 months, she’s also been a Muslim — drawn to the faith after an introduction to Islamic prayers left her profoundly moved.

Her Bishop does not have a problem with it. Heck, he is down right pumped about the whole thing:

Redding’s bishop, the Rt. Rev. Vincent Warner, says he accepts Redding as an Episcopal priest and a Muslim, and that he finds the interfaith possibilities exciting. Her announcement, first made through a story in her diocese’s newspaper, hasn’t caused much controversy yet, he said.

Listen, If you do not believe that Jesus Christ is uniquely very God of very God, then rip the cross off your sleeve. If you do not think that John chapter one teaches that in the beginning Jesus was “the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God” then you really should turn in your preaching robes, even the rainbow ones.

If Jesus Christ is not God then His promises are worse than lies. They are death and hell. His proclamation of forgiveness to the woman who washed Jesus’ feet with her tears? The ravings of a mad man. His promise to send His Spirit? Merely spit in the eyes of His grieving friends. Jesus Christ not God? No resurrection with power, no ascension to the right had of the Father, no return in Glory and you are still in your sins.

Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and you shall be saved.

Al sends

(HT Mark Steyn, Dave M.)

Its A Small World – But I Wouldn’t Wanna Paint It

May 9, 2007

 Dave M. sent me a link to the World66 website, which allows you to plot the countries you have visited or lived in…  Here is my map:

create your own visited country map
or write about it on the open travel guide

The UK part is a bit deceiving since I was actually in the British Indian Ocean Territory and did not actually get to England or anywhere close.  But, according to the the site, I have been in 11% of the world’s countries.  Pretty cool.  Thanks Dave

Al sends

These Are Mountains to a Floridian

April 16, 2007

Ok, so you might think that I’m just ripping off Al — “Hey, I saw mountains when my family went on vacation last week, too!” — well, maybe. But we found a particularly beautiful corner of God’s green earth in North Georgia at Red Top Mountain State Park on Lake Allatoona. The foreground in the bottom pic is a little suspect, but the background is breathtaking. That’s my sweet wife Ashley and my seven year old Lindley in the other pic.



Tired Puppy

April 16, 2007

Just to offer some proof of my announced vacation… Here are a couple of pictures taken in foothills MOUNTAINS of North Cakalacky…

Me and the Wife –A large picture but has a nice water fall in it… Oh, and my wife looks lovely too!

The Family

We also climbed the steepest part of the Appalachian Trail. I would show you a picture of that but I did not look so good after that climb. Everyone else did fine but I seemed to suffer some altitude sickness. That and I am hopelessly out of shape.

More substance later… unless you like this fluff

Good to be home. God bless

al sends

Hello and Goodbye

March 26, 2007

Last week some of our dearest friends in the world — Erich and Laura Heinz — welcomed their seventh child into the world, Leah Catherine, a beautiful future queen in the earth.

Last week my old friend Dustin Salter died in Ft. Worth, Texas, passing from a coma to waking joy in the same moment. While out for a bike ride with his children last November, Dustin fell and hit his head on the pavement. He never woke up, and died four months later.

I last saw Dustin in about 1991. We lived in the same condo for a summer in Ft. Walton Beach, Florida — that would have been 1989 — and made a lot of memories at a time in my life when I was becoming the man I am today. Once Dustin and I slept in the same twin bed. I learned the meaning of the word “mortify” from him. I called him “D.” He had a scar on his arm from a car accident he was in as a teenager. That arm was shorter than the other and was a bit stiff. The scar looked like plucked chicken skin because it was transplanted from his hip. Dustin was an exceptional basketball player, which immediately bound me to him. I grew up playing ball with guys like Dustin my whole childhood, only Dustin had an integrity and joy that I had never really seen before. Or since for that matter. He seemed to be above everything going on (metaphorically, but also literally — Dustin was about 6’4″), and people instantly respected him. I did.

After that summer in 1989, I visited Dustin at the University of West Alabama, where he went to college. That was the last time I saw him. His picture on the internet shows a slightly more substantial, slightly less hirsute version of the Dustin I remember. He went on to become a Presbyterian campus minister. He left his wife Leigh Anne and three children when he crumpled under death’s grip. I wish I could have shaken his hand one last time.

Though I haven’t seen him in over 15 years, I miss him. Death is a thief.

It is remarkable that on this side of the consummation of all things, birth and death are so yoked together that they pull simultaneously down the crooked corridors of our experience. I want death to die. I hate it. But the tears of death are not the end for Dustin, nor is my remembrance of him. Even now, my memories of him are like what you see out of the corner of your eye, and before long, they will be gone altogether.

But there is One who remembers Him and knows Dustin’s name. He welcomed him, just as we welcomed little Leah Catherine into the world last week.

Rest in peace, D.