Watching Our Autumn Sons

My brother, Brent, wrote as always poignantly about our most recent guys weekend.

Bespoke

I once saw a list of things Dad’s should teach their sons. How to balance a checking account, how to ask a girl out, how to change a tire, and so on. But as I think about my failure to teach my son these skills, I realize how much nurturing help I’ve had.

Saturday I was playing golf with a group of Dads who have met annually since October 4, 1997, when we prayed prostrate under the shadow of the Washington Monument at a Promise Keepers rally along with half a million other men gathered near the Capitol of our country.
Stand in the Gap
We prayed for our children, those born and unborn, and prayed for fatherly perseverance. We’ve met every autumn since 1997, except the year of the 9/11 attacks in 2001. We eat, laugh, and play, like when we were boys. We pray for our families, reminding ourselves of the stone…

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By Greg Taylor Posted in God

“The only way to eat a hot chapati is hot.” — Deron Smith, former missionary with Basoga people

A few years ago I filmed Richard Bozanoona and his daughter making chapatis. First, you make a bread-like dough from flour, water, baking powder, shortening. Second, you make balls and let them rise. Third, you roll them out into round tortilla-shape. Fourth, put a tablespoon of oil on a hot skillet (in this case a “sigiri,” a small charcoal stove). Fifth, turn back and forth until golden and not doughy; if your hands are made of asbestos you can flip by hand or with a piece of the flour bag paper as Richard’s daughter is doing here. As Deron Smith says, “the only way to eat a hot chapati is hot.”

By Greg Taylor Posted in God