Helping Hands Blog

I have mentioned how much I miss the special times I spent with my dad at LOGOI’s office. I am very aware of the blessing God gave me to have my own personal Bible teacher and theologian in the office next door. He’d smile as I entered his office (often with a nice Cuban coffee) and off we’d go on my own personal seminary class. Like my grandfather, Elmer Thompson, whom I think only sinned once or twice his entire life (I’m joking…sort of), my dad seemed to me to be on that

E ach school year, my wife has to get her picture taken for the yearbook along with all the children . Teachers and administrators get a special photo postcard with the word “ Welcome ” splashed across it in big letters. I think she looks great in all of her postcards, but of course, she usually doesn’t like how her photo turned out. That means I have a nice collection of “ Welcome ” postcards. One of my favorites is propped up on my desk. I sit down in my chair, turn on the

S o begins the song I used to sing with my dad called, “God Spoke.” The song continues to talk about how David did listen “and he slew Goliath with a tiny stone.” It then moves on to talk about how Joshua also listened and saw the walls of Jericho fall down “because he listened to the Lord." It’s a fun little song that gets stuck in your head. While it was made for children, the simple truth of “how we’d all be better off ” is profound. The chorus goes like this: “God spoke t

There is a small industry of “wall art” and plaques that simply say, “Just Breathe.” The idea is to remind us that when we’re facing...