Walker Moore

I was born a dreamer. I will die a dreamer. My two sons are dreamers, and I hope my coming grandson will be one, too. I tend to think of dreaming as a gift from God. My wife and those [...]

Today, I’ve been sitting at my computer and thinking. But I’m not good at sitting. I want to be out and about, interacting with people. And I’m really not good at thinking. Do you know how hard it is and [...]

I remember watching a grainy black-and -white movie years ago on our tiny DuMont television. The cabinet, the size of a small refrigerator, held a screen that glowed like a Cyclops. Sitting on top was the rabbit-ears antenna, stretched out [...]

Dear Titus. I want to apologize for calling you a gummy bear. When I first saw the sonogram, I didn’t know what else to call you. All I could see was a tiny, black-and- white, blurry figure all crunched up. [...]

I’ve just completed three months of training to prepare myself to carry a cross to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro. I have four more months to go. What started out as something between Jesus, one huge mountain and me has [...]

Yesterday morning, my wife came downstairs ready for church when she noticed a string hanging off her blouse. She went into the kitchen and took out a pair of cheap scissors to cut the thread. She whacked away but to [...]

After forty years of working with young teenagers, I’ve seen my fair share of the way hormones can play havoc in young people’s lives. I’ve watched young teenage girls cry for four hours with no clue to as to why. [...]

I hate change. I am not talking about changes, but change: nickels, dimes, pennies and the like. At the grocery store, I’m the king of speed. But I always seem to get behind the queen of change. When the cashier [...]

One of the highlights of my life as a dad is teaching my oldest son Jeremiah’s classes once a year. He serves in a public high school in the Dallas area, where he teaches geography and coaches basketball. Many of [...]

I just finished my fifth week of training for my climb up Mount Kilimanjaro. In a gym, I always feel like a fish out of water. I didn’t like gym classes as a child, and I don’t like them any [...]