God and Guns

God and Guns

I remember when I was maybe six or seven years old and it came time for Christmas. My mom and dad must have come into a little extra money¸ because they asked us what we wanted for Christmas, which they had never done. We’d always just gotten what they could afford....
Labor Day

Labor Day

When Joan and I met in 1982, she attended Indiana State University in Terre Haute, and I was a lowly worker at Public Service Indiana. I had no marketable skills, except the gift of persuasion, which I used to convince Joan her life would be wretched without me. So we...
My New Hero

My New Hero

When I was in college, I was required to take a class in sociology, as the goal of a liberal arts education is ensuring one is well-versed in topics outside their chosen major. My major was theology, but there I was in sociology class, and found it fascinating, so at...
The Healing Power of Normalcy

The Healing Power of Normalcy

I want to thank the meeting for its love to my family this past week—the visits, the letters, the phone calls, and all the delicious food after the funeral of my father. An interesting custom, the funeral dinner. In the gospel of John, in the 21st chapter, it tells...
Norman Gulley Memorial Service

Norman Gulley Memorial Service

We gather today to honor the life of my father, Norman Gulley. He was born in 1933 in Benton, Illinois to Glenn and Mary Lois Gulley, and passed away 86 years later. My earliest memory of Dad occurred when I was four or five and he walked into a telephone pole at...