My youngest son has reached a new challenge in his sports career. This year he began serious athletic conditioning in his Physical Education class (times being what they are, I’m glad P.E. is still required).
My doctor has a deft machine called a “Human Body Composition Analyzer.” It is a technological wonder whereby the patient stands on special foot plates while taking in each hand what is essentially a digital ski pole. In these ...
Years ago, when I served as a pastor in North Georgia, I had an afternoon off and decided to squeeze in a quick round of golf. There is a suspicion that pastors only work one day a week, so they can golf any time they like. Not...
Before and during the US Civil War, tens of thousands of slaves made their way out of slavery on what was nicknamed the Underground Railroad.
W. Ann Reynolds once said, “Anyone who says you cannot see a thought simply doesn’t know art.” For those creative persons who have ever held a brush, camera, pencil, or script in their hand, they know this to be true.
God’s grace – what Brennan Manning defined as the acceptance of being profoundly and forever beloved by God – is a favorite subject of mine, I freely admit as much.
My youngest son loves to go to the “Confession Stand.” He doesn’t want to make an appointment with the local priest, however. He wants a Slurpy and an order of onion rings.
Maybe faith is a lot like your personal computer. Is that a stretch? Well, think about it. No one really thinks about his or her computer until it stops working. Faith isn’t much different.
Last year the Old South Congregational Church in Boston began to unravel itself from a quandary.
I have no way of testing this proposition, but Malcolm Gladwell, author of the best-selling book The Tipping Point: How Little Things Can Make a Big Difference, says it’s true.