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Student of Verdi
Harrell loved to tell stories about his favorite musicians. One of them was the...
Troubled by Religious P...
I had hardly arrived at a teaching spot in Iliff last summer when the secretary...
Nicest Wedding Present
Is it possible that some people mess around so much in trying to interpret the...
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Student of Verdi

Harrell loved to tell stories about his favorite musicians. One of them was the opera composer, Verdi.  He said, “I’d like to be Giuseppe Verdi. With a name like Beck, his name alone is music!” Never mind that translated into English Verdi’s name is just plain “Joe Green.” Harrell was passionate about stories that exemplified God’s gift of creativity — especially if that creativity...

Troubled by Religious Peop...

I had hardly arrived at a teaching spot in Iliff last summer when the secretary hung a new sign on the wall of the office.  It said, “What God wants is spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.” I kept being bothered by the fact that she hung it just after I got there. I do recognize that there is a lot of craziness in the religious community and that there are times when I must confess to you: I’m...

Nicest Wedding Present

Is it possible that some people mess around so much in trying to interpret the religion of the first century that they don’t have to practice it in the twenty-first century? Was Jerry Lewis right when he said the nicest wedding present given to him was a motion picture film of the ceremony? When things would get bleak in their marriage, he retires to his study, locks the door from the inside, puts the...

Set Free

A few years ago they brought the oldest living alumni of our school back. He was ninety-six. They didn’t know what to do with him, so they invited him to chapel. In an unguarded moment, one of the faculty asked, “Would you like to speak to the students?” He said, “Yes!” And I said, “Good heavens, he’ll be longer than I am.” They draped him over the pulpit and he looked out at the students...

Knowing the Tune

Mark Twain used to swear a blue streak and his good Christian wife put up with it for thirty years. When they moved into that beautiful house in Hartford, Connecticut she decided she was going to be done with Mark’s swearing. So one day, when he nicked himself shaving, he let go with a classic paragraph and the whole room turned purple. She walked over to him, looked up at him, and repeated every word he...

Give Her the Gas!

Now that I’m getting old I sometimes sit with old people — which means anybody who’s two years older than I am. I sat with an old bird in our town the other day and asked, “Anything interesting ever happen to you?”  He said, “Naw,” but there was a twinkle in his eye. I said, “Come on.” He said, “In the 1920s I ran a gas station between Concord and Lexington.  One day I was sitting...

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