Author: Buddy McElhannon
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A Higher Call
I have learned never to ignore coincidences, especially when they come in threes. An unexpected gift from my wife, a chance meeting at a golf course, and the discovery of a long sought after book at a used bookstore all within a week’s time made me sit up straight. Three strangely “coincidental” occurrences all dealing…
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The Most Quoted Preacher of the 20th Century
I doubt many Christians can name the preacher that Billy Graham claimed to be the most quoted in the 20th century. Vance Havner doesn’t readily come to mind. If you never heard him preach, you really missed something. Rather you missed someone who was a passionate conveyor of the Word of God, the “Dean of…
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Queen of the Night
Photos have immense power. They capture a moment in time, and every so often, they touch the heart and encourage the soul. Recently one particular photo catapulted me back in time to a thirteen-year-old conversation I had late one Monday evening with my late wife. I remember the time, the day, and the date as…
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A God Who Stoops
I love Max Lucado. I love the way he writes, the way he tells a story, and the way he creates images that forever linger in your mind. A gifted writer who nourishes your soul is a rare commodity these days. But calling Lucado a gifted writer is like saying Niagara has a nice Fall. …
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Pitching a Fit
A recent conversation with my wife inspired me to write the following summary of that verbal exchange. I titled it, Pitching a Fit. Pitching a Fit My wife bought a Fitbit. Then a smart-scale to link to it. Now, a Fitbit, says she, I am to git. In our budget, says I, it may not…
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Finding My Voice
I have a confession to make. As a Christian, there were times when I could be arrogant and judgmental. This critical spirit manifested itself especially as it regarded one’s prayer life. That was until 2011. Up until then, I considered the best prayers to be those spontaneous, heartfelt expressions spoken from one’s heart. No rote…
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Echos of Easy Rider
I heard the rumble and knew instinctively what was about to pull up beside us. The echos of Easy Rider reverberated through the hot breath of a South Alabama July morning as the midnight chrome Harley came slowly to a stop and waited for the light to change. For a few brief seconds, my eyes…


