Spring is my favorite time of the year for a couple of reasons; first, because the weather gets warmer but also because it is a time of new life.
It is the last weekend of February. Soon the flowers and buds on the trees will be bursting out in their glorious colors.
Good mothers are needed today more than ever.
When it comes to cold weather, I will admit that I am a sissy.
Last week I talked a little about Coach John Wooden, the legendary basketball coach at UCLA from the 1950s through the 1970s. The reason I had Coach on my mind was that I was reading a book about him and the seven principles by which he lived his life.
"This World is Not My Home" is a song from which we need to learn a lesson.
It's a new year and a time for new goals, programs and relationships. Since October 2007, Pastor David Daus, an Indiana native, has served as pastor of Gumbranch Baptist Church. He said he is excited about the things happening at the church and the far-reaching impact members have on their community.
Writing this column is always a joy for me. I consider it a privilege to share the gospel with others, and I do not take it lightly when people take the time to listen to what I have to say. As a result, I am thrilled when I receive feedback regarding something I have written or shared. It lets me know that people understand what I am saying and that it has touched their life in some way.
This weekend could be considered Valentine's weekend with Valentine's Day right around the corner.
When God gave the Ten Commandments to man, he made it plain that nothing was to come before him.
If you read my column regularly, you realize that I enjoy basketball a great deal. I have played, coached, refereed and watched since I was about 6 years old. When you speak of basketball coaches, no matter the level, one name stands above all of the rest: John Wooden.
Once again, clergy members came from every corner of Georgia and nearby states - some even traveled from as far away as New York - for the Annual Ministers' Conference of the General Missionary Baptist Convention last week in Macon.
I hear it all the time: "I am spiritual. I just don't go to church." Or, "I believe in God. I just can't handle how church people act." They are some of the most common explanations people offer to me when I ask them about their spiritual lives. Another version of this is: "Why do I need to go to church? God loves me as I am. I can worship Him (Actually, they seldom use that phrase.) and I can experience Him anywhere."
There was a time when I could eat anything, at any time and lots of it, without any repercussions at all. In high school, I probably consumed 3,000 or more calories a day during basketball season.
Recently, my wife and I went out to eat at a restaurant in the Savannah area. After being seated, the waitress said to us, "Today, I am going to be taking care of you."
Last week I attended church in Romney, West Virginia. It’s a cozy, quiet town where even the church mice whisper.
In a normally gloomy climate, one woman began to spread her own sunshine in her community.