By Glenn Dromgoole The first thing I do when I get to church on Sunday is check the bulletin to see what hymns we’re singing that day. Scanning the list on a recent Sunday, I noticed that we were singing two of the hymns that I’ve included in a not-so-serious list of what I call “occupational hymns” – hymn titles

By Glenn Dromgoole Living in West Texas, I’m kind of surprised that we don’t sing this hymn more often – “There Shall Be Showers of Blessing.” “Mercy drops round us are falling,” the hymn says, “but for the showers we plead.”  Certainly we do. In the part of Texas where I grew up, we sang that hymn, but I’m not

By Glenn Dromgoole Brevity is a virtue, to be sure. But evidently not in literature. These days, a book needs to be at least 100,000 words to be taken seriously.  Well, I’ve written about 35 books, and if you took all my books and put them together, they might not top 100,000 words. But, then, I’ve not always been taken

By Glenn Dromgoole I got another tumbler for my birthday. That makes at least five or six competing for space on a crowded shelf in the kitchen.  And how many of those do I actually use? Not more than one at a time. Why, I wonder, is there an overpopulation of tumblers? I think it’s because they make a very

By Glenn Dromgoole I’m sure you’ve passed by the church on the highway to Anson, its lighted sign proclaiming “Jesus Saves.” I don’t even know the church’s name. It’s just the “Jesus Saves” church. And that’s a good thing to be known for. Jesus saves. Indeed. When my wife Carol and I drive by the church on our way to

By Glenn Dromgoole It’s one of the first questions you might ask a stranger: “Where are you from?” Now, I’m a grammar nerd, but not a grammar purist. A purist might insist that you shouldn’t say “Where are you from?” because it ends in a preposition. So, to be grammatically correct, I suppose I should say, “Where are you from,

By Glenn Dromgoole I’m kind of biased when it comes to August, it being the month I was born in. It’s also the month when school and church start back up (used to be September), when football season actually kicks off, when families try to cram in last-minute summer vacation weekends, and when we count down how many more days