Last Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, the stage was set for a most memorable and merciful occasion - the official state-recognized pardoning of June the Turkey.

Pardon me for stating the obvious, but 2020 has been a dumpster fire of a year. Like most of us, I can’t wait to see it in the rearview mirror.

When we think of Thanksgiving, certain things come to mind: Turkey, dressing, yams or sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, and pecan or pumpkin pie.

So what inspired Grady Weaver III to write a book detailing the life and military career of his late father-in-law, Frank Trimual Wall, a World War II Marine who signed up for active duty just two days before the bombing of Pearl Harbor?

The lobby of MUSC Health Florence Medical Center was filled with the crooning of such standards as “Fly Me to the Moon,” “My Way,” “You’ll Always Be the One I Love,” and “Don’t Let the Stars Get in Your Eyes.”

Mark and Kym Hilinski are on a mission. That mission is to educate, advocate, and eliminate the stigma associated with mental illness.

It was a relatively quiet Saturday night, just me and the dog. I was not too far from calling it a night and crawling into bed. A busy day of preaching lay in wait.

“How long will the land mourn, and the grass of every field be withered? Because of the evil of its residents, the animals and birds have been swept away, for the people have said, “He cannot see what our end will be.” Jeremiah 12:4 With all that we see g

A wonderful thing about column writing is that every so often a published column can give birth to another column. On even rarer occasions, the result can be multiple columns - twins, triplets, or – Heavens to Betsy – quadruplets. Such an occasion occur

“Rejoice at all times. Pray without ceasing. Give thanks in every circumstance, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus”. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18. This is the instruction we are giving as believers who are focused and ready for victory in their liv

Oh, I can imagine all the broken-hearted little girls who just read that headline and broke down in tears. “Daddy, that bad, bad man didn’t really kill a unicorn, did he?” I will most certainly have some explaining to do to my dear, sweet granddaughter.

Life is like a deck of cards; you’ve got to deal with it! You don’t know what hand you’ll get but whatever you get, you’ve got to play it with the hopes to win. I’ve heard so many people say how life just doesn’t seem to be fair or they were destined for

Some decisions are necessary, but that doesn’t make them any easier. Knowing it’s the right thing to do takes some of the sting away, but feelings of sadness and loss still remain. Such was the case last week when the Presbytery of New Harmony voted to p

In life I believe we have what I call “drowning moments” far too often. It’s those times when Satan puts on his finest attire and comes a calling to take us courting down by the lake of remorse and regret. Beguiled by his exquisite array, we forget that o

During a brief conversation with a friend the other day I mentioned the name Lewis Grizzard. “Is he a writer or something?” my young friend asked. “Are you serious?” I shot back, a look of shock up my face. “Son, you cannot rightly call yourself a true So