Capitol Hill Redskin

I am a redskin, a mighty mighty redskin. Yes I am. Well, so goes the cheer in the olden days, the 60's. I am surprised that they have not changed the name by now because redskin is not politically correct.


The shirt made it to the philippines on our mission trip recently. The indian got many stares from the locals.


High school was a different time yet it was a time when ideas were being formed about life. I was glad that Laurie and I got to speak in two high schools in the philippines. I hope we left some kind of an impression.


I just recently watched the movie Forest Gump. I have watched it several times. It is one of my favorite. His famous "momma said" statements are true to life. He was a man who kept his promise because his momma said to always keep a promise. He opened a shrimp business for his friend Bubba because he promised.


While in the Philippines I remember a promise I made to Jesus when I was 16. It was a promise to be a preacher of the gospel. It is a promise I plan to keep for the rest of my life. I want to be better in my latter years than I was in my early years. I was a student of Capitol Hill when I preached my first sermon. I also had a nursing home ministry at 17 and was leading worship in a small church in Oklahoma City at 16. I have never regretted a minute of that. It was formative for my ministry today.


I am now back home. Yes ministering to the area where I went to school. I cannot wait for see you at the pole. I cannot wait for revival. I cannot wait to seek to reach the hispanic community in two weeks. I cannot wait for the cottage prayer meetings.


I guess once a redskin always a redskin.