“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

I remember my early primary and elementary school days at Washington Street School. I share some of my best childhood memories at that school with so many other former students. I can remember all my teachers from each grade 1-6 and distinct memories of w

When this COVID-19 thing finally blows over, we will be able to look back and be thankful for a few good things that are a result, either directly or indirectly, of this pandemic. For me, one of them will be the Sequestered Songwriters Facebook page. Ever

Last night I was so tired, I fell asleep almost instantly. Before my head could hit the pillow, I was snoring like a toddler in daycare at naptime.

I am reminded of a testimony my sister shares quite often whenever she has the opportunity. Several years ago, she was singing at a church during a service and fell unconscious from an aneurysm. There was a 25% chance that she would not make it and even i

Last week’s column included an amusing tale on a northerner’s introduction to boiled peanuts, the Caviar of the South. It was followed by a short commentary on personal distaste for the mushy legumes. Not to my surprise, many were mildly offended at my av

Worship is a very sensitive term that involves having relationship with God. As we have already said, praise is something every living creature can do. We have all witnessed nature singing forth their praises early in the mornings in thanksgiving for prov

An old friend of mine once told me a story about his first encounter with the southern delicacy known as boiled peanuts. A Yankee by birth, Joe had made his way to North Carolina from his hometown of Johnston, N.J. He lived in the tiny town of Tar Heel, n