Author Archives: Don Follis

Here in Mazatlan I am having a hard enough time with my very limited Spanish.  This week I am hanging out with my Vineyard Church missionary friends Kyle and Ellen Benefield. Today, wouldn't you know it?  On the north side of Mazatlan. Kyle and I run into Ginger's horses who, naturally, are bilingual.  But, please.ContinueContinue reading “Bilingual Horses … Sigh!”

After our morning walk, Kyle Benefield proceeded to show me how to shave.  Here he is putting on lather with a shaving brush.  I think he got it from my grandfather's stash.  Until recently the brush had been in a box of shaving supplies for 30 years.  And then Kyle is shown scraping his face withContinueContinue reading “Saturday morning in Mazatlan…”

I am down in Mazatlan, Mexico, for the next week spending time with good friends Kyle, Ellen and Ethan Benefield.  The Benefields are planting a Vineyard church in Mazatlan.  Take a look at their website: http://www.mexicomercy.org

David Mathis of Desiring God Ministries says, "The last 12 verses of Romans 8 (verses 28—39) are the biblical Himalayas, and Romans 8:32 is Mount Everest.Here's the "view" from the top:  "He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things?"  verse 32ThisContinueContinue reading “Standing atop Theological’s Mt. Everest”

  Last weekend Jennifer and I drove with good friends Mike and Gwynne McQueen  to the Mercury Theatre near Wrigley Field in Chicago.  We went to watch the screenplay of C.S. Lewis' "The Screwtape Letters."Here are Gwynne and Jennifer pictured after the play.For 90 minutes Uncle Screwtape mesmerized the crowd as he and his "secretary"ContinueContinue reading “My dear Wormwood…”

This is my dad and mom standing outside the Hospital in Hays, Kansas on Thursday.  Dad told his oncologist [She's a 39-year-old woman with short red hair…  Dad calls her "a young girl."] that he's been in the workforce for 62 years and has no intentions of quitting quite yet.  "Maybe in March," he said smiling.My mom,ContinueContinue reading “Serenity Prayer … Is there any other way?”

When I am embarrassed or cornered or put in an awkward situation, I can be rude and mean and short with people.  I can sound mad, even though I am probably not.  I am visiting my dad and mom this week in their little western Kansas town of 6,000 people.  Earlier today dad and IContinueContinue reading “When I start getting weird”

So I pulled into the northwestern Kansas town of Colby today.  It's my hometown.  It's way out in the middle of the barren High Plains.  The wind was blowing 35 MPH and the dust stuck in my teeth.   The sky opens up out here … way up.  It's expansive.  It's flat but the hills rollContinueContinue reading “Colby, Kansas”