It's My Turn

The Rev. Don Wildmon shares with our listeners a letter he wrote to his own father many years ago expressing his appreciation for the life-principles handed down to him as a youngster.

As we mature we begin to see our parents through an ever growing gratitude for their sacrifices, wisdom and God-centered influence deposited within us.

A simple smile often communicates more that words. It doesn’t take much effort at all and the reward is priceless.

Adopting the legal end of religion without the spirit of it is not to be religious at all.

Everyone needs to have dreams to help us keep trying when we think we have gone as far as we possibly can.

What is Faith? No evidence is necessary for assurance of the substance of the given Word of God.

We all have the need to love and to be loved. Unexpressed love will destroy the human being.

Defensiveness in our adversity helps neither our problem nor those who are watching our lives. We must keep our “chips” far away from our shoulders.

Determined to become a writer, Charles Dickens kept trying. When no one else believed in him he believed in himself and eventually his dream came to fruition.

One must make sure that the goal worked so hard for is actually what is desired as the outcome.

God is found within His creation. He can be seen in all the things done to help another human being. Therefore, we have no excuse not to do so.

Life isn’t easy to assemble. There is no “life assembly manual”. We all have to figure out the way for ourselves.

The Rev. Don Wildmon shares the tender prayer he penned for his own children.

Each person chooses for himself the course his life will follow. Church, including Sunday School, is not sissy kid-stuff. It builds the foundation for life.

Life is never as simple as packing up your troubles and smiling. Help for our problems lies at the feet of Christ.

Capernaum is where Jesus centered His life and began His ministry.

When looking deeply at Christ’s words as He speaks of the beatitudes we see another stark contrast between what is and was in existence and the way in which we need to look at life.

The truth is that we really cannot know for sure which of the sites touted by tradition the actual Mount of Transformation is. And it doesn’t really matter. What matters is how highly exalted does the heart of a man hold the Christ.

In the feeding of the five-thousand men, as well as the women and children we see a great truth; little is much in the hands of Christ.

Nazareth’s reputation wasn’t much among the cities of Judea until Jesus Christ put it on the map.