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. 

Unexpected Grace


We are conditioned to see the worst in people. Don't deny it. There are posts about Walmart people and they way they dress, we judge people for what they have or don't have, and gossip about the person next door and his/her strange behavior. It's basic human nature to cast aspersions on others, it makes us feel better about ourselves. 


This past Saturday I helped a community ministry serve breakfast to the homeless. Yes, that's right, I got up early, missed my usual pancakes and bacon to sacrifice my time and effort for the less fortunate. I wasn't dissappointed either. There were plenty of people for me to grace with my presence and caring demeanor. 

I stood in line with two young men who had authority issues and we discussed the relavence of law abiding behavior. I stood behind a weeping woman and listened intently to the sceptic who thought religious prayers don't work. I helped at a table where the poor were offered free clothing. Drumroll please, I even took one of them thirty miles out of my way to a place where she could work. 


During the ride with my new friend I discovered something very important, dignity. I asked her how Christians should respond to the homeless and she didn't answer my question. Instead she explained how the homeless should respond to their situation. Thankfulness was at the top of her list. She believed that all good things came from God's hand and that the homeless should appreciate his providential care. There are good times and bad times and in them all He walks by their side.  

I asked about her family and she asked about mine. We shared about our mutual love for our children and how they are such a blessing. I pulled up to the salon where she often found work and she asked if I would wait in case there wasn't any for her that day. When she returned and got in the car I thought she was needing a ride back home, but that wasn't the case. Grabbing my hand she looked into my eyes and said, "I never leave a car without praying."  


She didn't just pray a generic prayer, but mentioned each of my children by name, and asked God's blessing on each of them. She prayed for my oldest's family and their safe return from the Middle East. She prayed for my middle son and their new home. She prayed for my youngest and his new wife that they would be safe going on an African Missions trip. She prayed specifically, compassionately, and with faith.  

In the process of our time together she asked for a ride, some food, and a little money. However, what she gave me was of greater value; of richer gain. She gave me what she had and that was a grace far more valuable than she received, and I am a better person for getting to know her. I'm just saying.