I grew up in a working-class family where owning a home was a sign of God’s blessing and care for his children. My dad once told me that I should do what he had done, which was to buy a house for my future family. Dad had served in World War 2, and when he got back to our tiny village of Oxford, Michigan, he purchased 66 East Burdick Street for $8,000. That was in 1948. That same money today would be nearly $90,000. Dad’s house payment, if I remember correctly, was $60 bucks a month. He told me that he doubled his payments so that he could pay off his house sooner. As I heard him talk about this real estate deal, I didn't think about it too much because it sounded unrealistic. To my 14-year-old mind, I couldn’t imagine how it would be so hard to double a $60 buck a month house payment. His scenario was like when he told me that he could buy ten bags of groceries for 10 dollars in his early married days (the 1930s). Ridiculous. Ridiculous or not, that was to be my goal; not t...
These are devotional thoughts from a guy who lives in Brazil. I recount personal experiences and Bible applications with most of my posts. These "thoughts" are mostly for me but if you want to, you can read them too!