
The Sunday Sermonette
The Sunday Sermonette – In the Shadows or in the Fire?
“The Third Man” is a 1949 film noir directed by renowned British movie director Carol Reed. In the movie, the Third Man is a cryptic figure supposedly hiding in the shattered ruins of post-World War II Vienna. But is…
The Sunday Sermonette – The Lightning Bugs of Life.
As a young boy on warm summer nights, I often stood in Mom and Dad’s backyard at 5204 Greater Avenue in Biloxi, just as twilight draped its lavender veil over the grass. The yard’s old weeping willow…
The Sunday Sermonette – A Pier. The Fog. A Light.
The days were black, but the nights were blacker. Depression is a dark force, squeezing the light out of a person with its unrelenting tentacles of fear and doubt. For me, the early 90s were dark times. Through a series…
The Sunday Sermonette – Wasps and Honey.
Before learning to drive, my Schwinn bike and I were best friends. We explored every street in the College Park Subdivision and admired the grand homes on Gulfport’s Service Drive. When we tired of those haunts, we looked north to…
The Sunday Sermonette – To God Be The Glory.
The first hymn I remember singing was “Holy, Holy, Holy!” I remember it more for its lyrics than its message. In my five-year-old mind, when we sang “God in three Persons, blessed Trinity,” I thought we were singing about my…
The Sunday Sermonette – Are You Hungry?
Starvation. It has plagued us since the beginning of time. A lack of rain, flooded fields, or bug-infested crops can cause it to raise its skeletal head. Its horrors, though, cannot always be blamed on Mother Nature. The draconian polices…
The Sunday Sermonette – Collision Course.
Fog! Its misty-warm shroud can engulf the Mississippi Gulf Coast, especially during late spring and early summer, when hot, moist air above the Gulf of Mexico meets the Coast’s cooler land surface. This scenario holds true for the Atlantic…
The Sunday Sermonette – A Greenish-Gray Metaphor.
Aristotle. Dickens. Thoreau. Beethoven. Van Gogh. And Einstein. If you like taking a daily walk, you are in good company. Many of the world’s greatest thinkers, writers, musicians, and artists found walking essential to their God-given creativity and…
The Sunday Sermonette – Life Among the Ruins.
Berlin. The leafy beauty of the Unter den Linden. The magnificent baroque palaces. Museums filled with tantalizing art treasures. The canals and bridges. And the monumental Brandenburg Gate. But history has not always been kind to this city. The Nazis…
The Sunday Sermonette – Lament for a Dead Bird.
On my walk, in the morning stillness, I spotted thee, Motionless on warm concrete beneath a sprawling tree. Thy azure-blue feathers are now at rest, where soft winds once stirred, Now hushed is thy song, dear little…
The Sunday Sermonette – An Ode to America.
An Ode to the dear country I love! Thank you, Father God, for allowing me the privilege of living in it, when so many want to destroy it from without and within with words, actions, and deeds. MY COUNTRY ‘TIS…
The Sunday Sermonette – Names Lost.
She was “the safest ship afloat” and “unsinkable.” Still, on her maiden voyage, she hit an iceberg and sank. The RMS Titanic? No, the SS Hans Hedtoft, owned by the Royal Greenland Trading Company. She was a midsize cargo-passenger liner…












