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They were Converse. It was a pair of shoes that my dad wore back when I was about five. Evidently it was an older pair of shoes. I say that because he wore them while he was working in the yard. This pair of shoes may have at one time allowed my dad to dunk a basketball or who knows what. My dad was an excellent athlete. For those of you wondering, that’s were I get my athletic prowess. My dad must of have worn all the luck out of these shoes. One day, daddy had bought a brand new Murray riding lawn mower; this would only be the beginning of the grand legacy of my dad buying brand new tractors and lawn mowers. I remember very little about this day. I do remember the guys from the store delivering the lawn mower I believe. I also remember daddy trying it out. He was like a kid in a candy shop. He cut every blade of grass that even dared to pop its head up from the earth. He may have cut the grass twice that day. If you have seen my dad, he’s not a small fella. He’s about...

“By faith we understand that the worlds were prepared by the Word of God, so that what is seen was not made out of things which are visible,” (Hebrews 11:3). I spent three days camping in the Grand Canyon. Jason Espey and I hiked every step of the way down and out. It was grueling. I didn’t take a bath for three days. I slept on the ground and ate from a bag of food. I was as close to nature as I have ever been. I even slept with a squirrel. Actually, it camped out on my knee while I was asleep. Never been that close to nature before. When I woke up the squirrel was smoking a cigarette. Jason and I sat and listened to a ranger talk about how the Canyon was formed. He knew his stuff. He talked about all the science. He broke it all down for us. He told us what to look for as we climbed out the next day. He said that there were distinctively different strata of rock. Each of those different strata came from different periods of development. It all made sense. On my way ...

I got up on Sunday at 6:30am. Dave Roesler and Justin Pohly arrived at my house around 7:00am. We loaded up and headed toward Talladega. We grabbed some breakfast at Mickey D’s. We were off to the race. I have to admit; I wasn’t real excited about the race. Dave told me after last year’s race that he wanted me to go to the next race. I agreed to go. Well, the big day came. We were on our way. We stopped to pick up Jimmy and Paul, two of Dave’s relatives. It was shaping up to be a great day. About twenty miles away we could already see the giant advertising signs being pulled by the planes. We took a back road to one of the parking lots. I believe the road was 77. We finally made it to the parking lot. Actually it was more like hundreds of acres of field where everyone parked. Dave drove us to our parking spot. We had about a 1 1/2 mile walk to the track. We had an open-view of the stands. It was huge. It was amazing to see how many people go to races. There were car...

“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. For by it men of old gained approval,” (Heb. 11:1&2). The word “faith” has very little meaning. It has been abused. It has been used so often that we forget that real faith is a living and breathing thing. We sing about faith. We talk about faith. We even tell others that they must have faith. However, we don’t experience faith, at least on a long-term basis. Faith to the average church attendee is a door through which we enter into the grace of God. It is the portal through which someone gets the good stuff from God. It usually ends there for most church people. A life of faith is unheard of in the majority of people who call themselves Christians. So what is faith? Even George Michaels wrote a song that says, “I gotta have faith, faith, faith; I gotta have faith.” It is one of the best songs he ever did. If we gotta have it, then what is it? First, what is salvation? Salvation is ...

For those of you who read my blogs, you may already know that I took a cool flight with Alan Cockrell not too long ago. It was sweet. You need to check out that blog. All of my blogs for the last four months are at timbslim.blogspot.com About ten years ago, I was working out at Gold’s Gym in Jasper, Alabama. I know it’s hard for most of you to believe that I used to work out. Believe it or not, I got this body naturally without steroids and heavy workouts. It’s a stretch, but it’s true. I am 100% au natural. God just blesses some of us with amazing physiques. Others have to work at it. Anyway, I was working out at Gold’s when I got this phone call. It was Frankie Robinson. Frankie called me at the gym at about 10:30am. I had not eaten breakfast. I had also been working out hard. I was probably going around and talking to people mostly. That is more of what I did at the gym. Sometimes I would chill in the pool or sauna as long as there wasn’t an old fat man in there. ...