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By Rev. J. Pete Hyde Just a mile or two east of the small, (population 200) rural town situated in the vast, open, windy, “big sky” plains of western Oklahoma is the Lochman ranch. It is a modest spread in terms of size, but has feature not found on many of the larger...

Alabama Trash

By Sean Dietrich Some fool called her, “trash.” And that’s when she made up her mind. She wanted to better herself, and her family. So, that’s what she did. “That GED test,” she said, while she checked my blood pressure. “That ain’t no joke, now. It’s tough.” Her accent is...

Times Are Changing

By Rick Moore Although the dress code for churches on the Emerald Coast is more casual than most places in the country, I’ve never walked into church and seen someone in their pajamas. Yet, that is actually how some people view church services; in their pajamas. Watching a church service...
By Kirk McCarley Some who read these articles might wonder what it is I do besides write articles. When I share, “I’m a Career and Life Coach,” a few comment, “that’s nice; good article.” If you haven’t used a coach, you may have some questions about how coaching works and what...
By Rev. J. Pete Hyde It was the spring of 1963. He was eight years old. His father, a career Air Force man, had been assigned to Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines and had gone ahead of the family to find a place for them to live before they made the...

Story

By Sean Dietrich Then, he met her. She’d moved to town to teach school. When he saw her at church, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He approached her with an idea. I drove four hours to meet the editor of a big-city newspaper. I walked into a large office...
By Rev. J. Pete Hyde I have made many trips heading west from Oklahoma to various places in the Rockies.  Whether heading out on Interstate 40 through the vast open plains to Amarillo and beyond or heading from Woodward, Oklahoma on the lonely, two-lane U.S. 412 down the center of...
By Sean Dietrich Hey. It’s me again. I’m sure you’re busy, I just wanted to say hello. How are things? How’s the fishing up there? I thought about you today. I remembered how you used to point your truck in one direction, and drive dirt roads that led nowhere, your...
By Rev. Pete Hyde The mid-morning crowd at the Café Du Monde was lined up outside the door.  We took our beignets, buried in powdered sugar, to a park bench overlooking the Mississippi River. It was a beautiful, crisp morning. I turned away from the view of the river to look...
My Mother Taught Me My mother taught me sunshine, And laughter as a way. She showed to me the beauty, In a dark and cloudy day. My mother taught me courage, She’d learned throughout the years, And how to smile brightly, Amidst the falling tears. My mother taught me Jesus, And how to look to Him. Now in troubled waters, I’m...

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