By DANNY MINTON There’s an old Russian tale about a Czar who was getting up in age. He became depressed, was so ill that the call went out that he was going to die. Physicians were summoned from around the country to come up with a cure for the Czar’s deadly illness. Everything the physicians tried failed. Finally, in the

By DANNY MINTON In the ’50s there were a lot of stories still hanging around from the World War II years. I remember one in particular about three little boys. One day these three boys were sitting around and began to argue about their dads and the war. The boys were boasting, as we may have done ourselves, about how

By DANNY MINTON I recently finished watching Ronald Reagan in the movie “Hellcats of the Navy,” where he plays the captain of a submarine during World War II. Early on, he must make a decision concerning a sailor who is in the water 100 yards from the submarine while an enemy ship is closing in on his sub. What does

By DANNY MINTON I was probably around ten when my dad bought a box of fireworks for us to ignite in a July 4th celebration. Excited about the events, I begged to be able to fire at least one of them ahead of time. My dad let me choose one, and I chose a package of 50 “Black Cat” firecrackers.

By DANNY MINTON “Black Lives Matter!” Ok, now that I have your attention, let’s talk about it. Do you feel the pain in that phrase? As a Christian, I know “all lives matter” in the eyes of Jesus. He died for us all. The lives of everyone on the face of this planet now, in the past, in the future,

By DANNY MINTON In the beginning, was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.  And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us,  “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”  “Son, why have you treated us like this? Your father and I have

By DANNY MINTON Anne Frank, as most know, was a Jewish teenager who hid with her family in a secret attic to escape the Nazis during World War II. For over two years, she writes about things that you would expect any teenager to write. In her diary, Anne also writes about the time hiding, in a small cramped area,

By DANNY MINTON It was the week before Christmas 1965 that a Dallas Morning News article came out with me receiving the game ball for our team’s AA state football championship. I was lying in my hospital bed with a broken vertebra in my neck the week before and didn’t get to play in the final game. The game was