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Thoughtless Deeds and Words

by Bob Chance

The Sherburne bridge was a one of a kind and a gem of an old covered bridge. I had wonderful memories of it.  It spanned the Licking River crossing at the Bath County and Fleming County line.  It was a bridge of great history and even greater pride to residents of Eastern Kentucky and especially […]

The Hawk and The Chickadee

by Bob Chance

Life is complicated. As I sat in my office yesterday, I was looking out the front window. The bird feeder was a flurry of activity as Black Capped Chickadees, Cardinals, Mourning Doves, Flickers and even a beautiful Red Bellied Woodpecker flew in and out in a feeding frenzy.   I was enjoying the feast. Suddenly a […]

Old Dogs, Children and Watermelon Wine

by Bob Chance

In one of the great songs of our times “Old Dogs, Children and Watermelon Wine” by Tom T. Hall a man tells the story of being in an airport in Miami, Florida waiting for his flight when an old man comes to the table where he is sitting and invites himself to sit down. The […]

Being Thankful When We Are Full

by Bob Chance

“Take care lest you forget the Lord your God by not keeping his commandments and his rules and his statutes, which I command you today, lest, when you have eaten and are full and have built good houses and live in them, and when your herds and flocks multiply and your silver and gold is […]

The World Needs More Tackle Boxes and Less X Boxes

by Bob Chance

How true it is. We seem pretty over the top with X Boxes, iPhones, iPads, Kindles, Android phones and all the other technology we’re so enamored with these days.  Some of the grandchildren stayed with us over the weekend and we pretty much had to have them “park” the technology so they would interface with […]

“Play Ball”

by Bob Chance

I’ve been playing organized baseball / softball for as long as I can remember. I’ve loved the game with a passion that only those who love the game can understand. For me, the joy of the game doesn’t come from watching professionals play but rather playing myself.

Debris In The Intersection …

by Bob Chance

Recently, I was hurrying to a meeting, knowing I would be late. Trouble is I had forgotten about the meeting and was trying to make up for lost time. With the worst of all luck I encountered a red light at the corner of Norwood and Ednor Roads. I had just missed the green light which meant it would a long stop. Cursing my bad luck I clutched the steering wheel and stewed about my luck.

The Baptism in Sharpsburg

by Bob Chance

A long time ago another first year minister in training and I used the baptistery in his church (Sharpsburg Christian Church) for a baptism of a member in my church (Bethel Christian Church). Bethel didn’t have an indoor baptistery (Flat Creek was just fine during the summertime and we usually waited until summer) but Sharpsburg did have an indoor baptistery. Someone made a Confession of Faith at Bethel one Sunday morning and didn’t want to wait until summer so my friend, the student minister down at Sharpsburg volunteered his church. It was a great act of kindness on their part.

The Revival

by Bob Chance

As you may know, I recently led a three day revival down at First Christian Church, Belvedere, South Carolina. It was a long drive, a busy weekend, a lot of work in preparation and I enjoyed every minute of it (except for the long drive down and back part). The minister of the congregation is a friend of mine who used to be a member at Central Christian Church in Augusta, Georgia. I want to thank our Board for making me available to lead the revival.

The Harvest Is Plentiful But The Workers Are Few

by Bob Chance

One summer long ago I needed to make some extra money. I was a young twenty-two year old minister in training, making $65.00 a week with housing provided and although Mary was working full time for the University of Kentucky things were tight. We budgeted pretty carefully but had very little left over at the end of each week. As summer hit full stride I was asked if I wanted to “cut tobacco”. Having grown up in the suburbs my whole life I had no idea what that involved but the pay was darn good and I was young and could do anything. It has been a long time but as I remember I was paid twenty-five dollars a day and worked from around seven or so in the morning until three or four o’clock in the afternoon. It was hot, dirty, demanding, tough work.