After John’s death, Phil began compiling research and the names of potential donors: he wanted to do something to help ministers in crisis. There are some wonderful retreat centers out there, he noted. But a severely depressed pastor isn’t likely (or even able) to make a trip halfway across the… Read More
When the phone rang in my hotel room in the middle of the night, I knew. I’d dreaded this call for weeks, begged God that it would never come. Becky, more than a thousand miles away, wept on the other end. “He’s gone. My Dad’s gone.” “Oh, God.” A couple… Read More
The best stories are true. When my in-laws come for a visit my father-in-law tells the kids “little Papa” stories every night before bed: Tales from his childhood in Bowie Courts, a segregated government housing project in Texarkana, Tx where people named “Anteater” lived and kids wore clothes sewn from… Read More
I’ve never bought my kids a pair of shoes. Ever. Every pair they’ve worn has come from Papa, my father-in-law. Shoes are a big deal to my father-in-law. He grew up in a place called Buoy Courts, a government housing project in Texarkana, Texas. He wore potato sack clothes, and… Read More
Shaun Groves