born and raised twice in the bay, I preach Jesus and him crucified
Joseph Eberley Martin, with his second wife, Grandma Fannie, Doodle Lula (Hatcher) Moffit, and Paul Green My grandfather, Walter Anderson Martin, recounted some of his life to my aunt Judy. It's a rich and personal account of many of his experiences. "My grandfather on my father's side was Joseph Eberley Martin, born November 10, 1852,... Continue Reading →
In high school, I spent almost a year raising money to travel to Nice, France. I sold oranges and grapefruits. I peddled crab feed tickets. I worked every angle I could. The city of Nice covered lodging, most meals, and local travel. All we had to pay for was airfare, lunch, and whatever extras we... Continue Reading →
“Flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his own body. Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought... Continue Reading →
photo from: BiblePlaces.com, used by permission It is easy to picture the scene. One man riding a donkey from the east, followed by crowds waving palm branches and shouting “Hosanna to the Son of David!” (Matthew 21:9). Another, likely entering from the west, backed by a column of soldiers, banners and armor—there to remind everyone... Continue Reading →
Nobody just jumps straight into cheating on their spouse. Nobody snaps and murders someone without something building underneath. That kind of sin doesn’t explode out of nowhere. It starts way earlier, way smaller, and usually in ways we shrug off. A flirt here. A joke there. An outfit that’s just a little too revealing. A party we probably shouldn’t be at. A quiet grudge... Continue Reading →
Phillip W. Martin 