All posts by mjharvell

Welcome, friend—I’m glad you’ve pulled up a chair on the front porch of my little corner of the internet. My name is Michael Joe Harvell, and I live my life with one simple mission: to glorify God, encourage people, and leave this world a little better than I found it. I’m a husband, father, pastor, writer, Jeep enthusiast, and front-porch thinker who believes that life is best lived on purpose. I serve as pastor of Eureka Baptist Church in Anderson, South Carolina, where I get the joy of preaching, teaching, and walking with people through the ups and downs of everyday life. Over the years, I’ve discovered that faith isn’t just about Sunday mornings—it’s about living every single day in the presence and power of God. I’m also an author. My books—including The Grace Exchange: How Forgiven People Forgive People and The Word Works—grow out of the sermons, stories, and lessons I’ve learned on this journey. I write in a style that’s conversational, a little front-porch-rocking-chair, and full of stories, quotes, and Scripture that point us back to the goodness of God’s Word. When I’m not writing or preaching, you might find me sitting outside with my Bible and journal, cruising the backroads in my Jeep Gladiator, or sharing a meal and some laughs with the good folks God has put in my life. I love helping people find peace in their spirit, strength in their body, and encouragement in their soul. This blog is simply an extension of that mission. Here you’ll find devotions, encouragement, reflections, and practical insights for living a life of purpose, peace, and joy. So grab a cup of coffee, pull up a rocking chair, and stay awhile—I’d be honored to walk this road of faith with you.

Love Your Neighbor!

Galatians 5:14 says, “For the whole law can be summed up in this one command: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’” Now, that sounds simple enough, doesn’t it? But if you’ve ever had a neighbor who mows his yard at 6 a.m. on Saturday or lets his dog treat your yard like the city park, you know loving your neighbor ain’t always easy.

Lewis Grizzard once said, “The only difference between a yard sale and a trash pickup is how close to the road the stuff is.” And some folks’ lives look a lot like a yard sale—messy, scattered, maybe even a little broken. But that’s exactly why this verse matters.

Loving your neighbor doesn’t mean you have to be best friends or agree on everything. It just means you see them as God sees them—flawed, but worthy of grace. It means choosing kindness over criticism, patience over pettiness, and forgiveness over grudges.

Loving your neighbor is a way of loving God. It’s an act of worship. It’s seeing beyond the rough edges to the soul God created. It’s realizing that sometimes, the hardest people to love are the ones who need it the most.

So today, find a way to love your neighbor—yes, even the one who mows too early. It might just be the loudest sermon you’ll ever preach without saying a word.

Fat Bottom Betty – Cigar Review

If you’ve ever had the pleasure—or maybe the misfortune—of running into a Southern belle with a bit too much charm and sass for her own good, then you’ve already met Fat Bottom Betty. This cigar is like that gal who waltzes into the room, all curves and confidence, and leaves you trying to remember what just hit you. 

From the moment you light her up, Fat Bottom Betty hits you with a sweet, caramelized aroma that’ll make you wonder if you’re in a tobacco shop or a bakery. It’s like taking a stroll through a Southern town where every street corner has its own homemade pie stand. The initial draw is smoother than at Sunday afternoon, with notes of coffee and chocolate that blend together like the best country duet you’ve ever heard. 

But don’t be fooled by her sweet start—Betty’s got a bit of kick, too. As you work your way down, there’s a peppery spice that sneaks up on you like the local gossip. Just when you think you’ve got her figured out, she throws a little something extra into the mix. It’s complex, but never overwhelming—kind of like your favorite Southern aunt who always has a new story to tell.

As you finish up, Betty leaves a lingering sweetness on your palate, like the memory of that first dance you’ll never forget. She’s a cigar that’s not just smoked, but experienced. Fat Bottom Betty isn’t for the faint of heart, but if you’ve got a taste for something bold with a bit of Southern flair, she’s worth every puff.

-MJHarvell

Peace!

Philippians 4:7 says, “And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”

Now, I reckon there’s a kind of peace that no mountain storm can shake, no desert sun can scorch, and no darkness can swallow. It’s the kind of peace that settles deep, like a campfire’s glow on a cold night. It’s the peace of God, and it goes beyond what makes sense. It’s the calm in the middle of the chaos, the stillness in the noise, and the comfort when everything seems to be falling apart.

Life’s trail can get mighty rough. There are twists and turns, steep climbs, and narrow paths. Sometimes, it feels like the world’s weight is pressing down hard, and your heart and mind are about to buckle. But that’s when God’s peace steps in—guarding your heart, protecting your mind, holding you steady.

It ain’t the kind of peace you find at the bottom of a bottle or at the end of a paycheck. It’s not the peace that depends on circumstances turning out just right. It’s the kind of peace that keeps you standing tall, even when the winds howl and the rain pours.

So, when the road gets tough and you feel like you’re losing your grip, remember Philippians 4:7. Lean into the peace that only God can give. It’ll keep you steady. It’ll carry you through. It’ll light your way, even in the darkest night. And that, my friend, is a promise you can stake your life on.