Author: EvanOakes

  • Growing up in Western New York, you are almost guaranteed to become a Buffalo Bills fan. My Grandfather was a Bills fan, my Dad was a Bills fan, I am a Bills fan & as it stands at the moment, my sons are Bills fans too (most days). You just can’t not root for them.…

  • If you have children of your own, you know how much they drastically change your life. I can remember when our oldest son was just a few months old holding him while talking to my mom & she asked me if I could remember life without him. I truthfully couldn’t. The love I had for…

  • I HATE autocorrect. I have this theory that autocorrect has dumbed down our society to where we couldn’t spell if our life depended on it. This is further proven to me in teaching 7th-12th graders, who self admittedly would tell you they CAN.NOT.SPELL….( I reread these words a few times & it makes it sound like…

  • I love witty sermon titles… I’m not sure why, but I get such a little kick out of sermon titles that make me chuckle or are creative….. Some would say I’m cheapening the gospel by doing this, but that sure isn’t my intention….. I understand the gospel doesn’t need some new creative way to be…

  • Many family genealogies are only interesting to those who are part of the family. For the outsider looking in, they are often boring, as they are just names that mean nothing to you. If you can’t put a face to that name, or even to their descendants, it all becomes monotonous for many of us….…

  • For me, as a kid, watching the movie Twister, was terrifying, thankfully I’ve never lived in “Tornado Alley”… but the fear of this big powerful storm coming through, ripping almost everything from the ground was enough to make sure I wouldn’t watch that movie again. Now, as an adult, I LOVE that movie. I watch…

  • Genesis 18 tells us that Abraham is cooling down in the heat of the day under the Oaks of Mamre. It is there, that the Lord visits him. What happens next is something lost on many of us when we are reading our Bible. Abraham’s reaction is like that of a child whose friend stops…