I'm Just Saying

Dr. Paul Perkins

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For an author writing is as necessary as breathing. They don't write for money or to court literary fame, but because they believe they have something to say. It matters not that anyone will read or listen, the words must be written, and if in the process someone is blessed -- all the more wonderful

Dr. Perkins has written for a long time, but only recently has sought to publish his work and venture into new genres. He believes in education, finally earning his doctorate at the age of 55. He believes that learning never ends, giving fodder to the imagination and breathing life into the characters on his page. His hope is to continue telling stories for a new generation of readers and aspiring authors.

Dr. Perkins' first novel is "Centurion: From glory to glory", but is not his first book. He has written "Legacy to my sons", "The Lost Shepherd", "The prayer of a transformed life", "The Cost", and a verity of Christian Youth Devotionals. 

Why I Love The Church: Part Four

The phone rang and the voice on the other end was somber, “Joe was killed.” I was stunned.  Joe was only 15 years old, he had lived with us for a summer, and the news took me totally by surprise.  I quickly made arrangements and flew to be with my family.  My mother had raised her grandson.  His life had been an emotional roller coaster of neglect and abuse.  He longed for the love of his father and found it illusive and lacking.  His mother was unstable and absent, and his grandmother was the only steady influence in his life.  In the end it wasn’t enough.  Joe had taken a hallucinogenic drug, and in his altered state ran out into the highway and was struck by a car.  They life flighted him to the hospital but it was too late—he was gone. 

Emotions ran deep and the constant questions that surface  The animosity between siblings hung in the air, and when Sunday arrived I had to get away.  The only place of refuge was the church where I had become a Christian.  I was an hour early for the service so I decided to attend one of the adult Sunday school classes.  The building was the same familiar structure I had joined years earlier, but the faces were all different.  The chairs in the room were in a circle and people had already laid claim to their usual spots.  One was open and I sat down. 
d because of pain were draining.

The people were friendly and a few introduced themselves.  When the class began the leader asked me what had brought me to their class.  I briefly explained the occasion of my trip to Florida, and when I had finished they came around me, some laid their hands on my shoulder, others stayed in their seats, but they all prayed for me.  I don’t know what the topic for the day was, or the names of those gracious saints, but I will always remember the connection that we had in Christ.  They prayed because I was family.

My wife and I have commented on how difficult it must be for people who don’t have a relationship with Christ to endure suffering.  I think it goes even deeper than that, I don’t know how people who don’t know Christ and aren’t connected to his body can endure suffering and the pull of the world.  The Church has often caused me my greatest pain, but it has also been a source of comfort, encouragement, and blessing.  I have seen too many Christians play at the edge of church.  They like the feeling of family and community but they are caught up in the world and the fringe requires less of them.  Yet, in times of difficulty and pain they edge back within the walls of their family, because there they find the source of peace in Christ. 

“Bear one another’s burdens, and thereby fulfill the law of Christ.” Gal. 6:2

“Therefore, confess your sins to one another, and pray for one another so that you may be healed.” James 5:16


I love the church because when it really matters they come together to support one another through the pains of life.  I’m just saying… (Continued).