The laid-out field on the other side of the pond dam is unrolled like a bolt of ecru lace, knotted and tied into a landscape of bumps and nubs. That which was left to sprout and grow on its own over the spring and summer has died, stems and leaves that once stretched toward the sky now bent into creamy curves back toward the earth. The whole world is the color of toast.
Well, I never ceased to be amazed at our ever evolving culture and the service industries that are booming as a result of it.
I don't remember when I began to realize that there was something special about the celebration we call Thanksgiving. I knew that Thanksgiving began in the Fall when the leaves were changing and there was a chill in the air. I do remember those days in West Virginia when I would walk to school and my breath looked like steam coming from a kettle.
Some of the most humorous things in life are also among the most tragic. Many entertainers have made slapstick comedy a staple of their acts. The tragedy is that sometimes the physical and mental effects of alcoholic beverages serve as the basis for the humor.
First of two parts.
It certainly isn't uncommon to see a business close its doors these days, and it isn't something that I enjoy reporting, but a few people have contacted the Herald saddened by the closing of the Trellis Garden Inn in downtown Statesboro.
One by one - purse, briefcase, gym bag - I toss into the car the tangible burdens with which I begin each day. I pause just long enough to watch wide brown sycamore leaves, curled like arthritic hands, scuttle nervously across the yard in response to an asthmatic breeze. Somewhere down the road a diesel engine grinds up a hill and its sound vibrates over empty fields and against my cheeks. It is dawn. It is autumn. It is still.
Lord, help us better understand...and be thankful.
Very recently, I mentioned goal setting and how important it is to have a direction and a plan for life. This does not mean that every hope is fulfilled and every expectation met. Too many folks would rather believe that life is a crap shoot - the throwing of dice - and that means to rely on the slim possibility that luck will slap them on the head when it's their turn. If that were the case, then preparation for the day is to always have a regimented order when it comes to getting dressed, what must be worn, the specific ...
The family name Rawls comes from the "Olde German" name 'Rolf.' This in turn comes from the Viking clan Hrolfr," which translates roughly to '"Fame-Wolf." The Rawls name didn't show up in England until the 13th Century.
Record unemployment numbers are clearly frightening. They are frightening for those that are looking for a job, and those who are concerned about their job security in a sputtering economy.
Because we have been working on goal setting and thinking about the future and what skills can be applied to give us a fighting chance, it triggered a memory of a particular passage of scripture that can be very controversial: Philippians 2:12, "Work out your salvation with fear and trembling..." Are you telling me that I have to somehow save myself? I don't think so."
Lyman Hall was born in Wallingford, Conn., April 12, 1724, the son of Connecticut Supreme Court Judge John Hall and Mary Street.
I think many of you may be surprised to hear that Cleve White, owner of Cleve White Nissan in Statesboro, has sold his dealership. When I spoke with White this past weekend, he confirmed the deal was signed, and as of Nov. 15, he would no longer be the owner of the dealership that he founded 10 years ago.
A few Sundays ago, on a luminous October morning, my great-nephew was baptized. Sunshine slanted through the stained glass windows like a sword's swath, stippled the curves of the dark wooden pews with shards of golden light and afforded dust motes a spotlight within which to dance.
The Holy Spirit seems to have loved the use of analogy in inspiring the teachers and writers of Scripture. In the New Testament, the marriage union is used to represent the relationship between Jesus and his people. The Bible's applications of this parallel can help us prepare for the coming of Christ. If we want to be followers of Christ, we need to understand that "the Way" of Christ involves a change of our nature and a change of relationship to sin.
One of the signs of these confused and confusing times we live in is that facts don't matter. What matters are feelings and opinions, which are often confused and confusing. According to another author friend, this is the primary feature of post-post-modernity.
Question: I just heard a news story that many dogs and cats are overweight, but the owner doesn't realize it. Is this true? I have a big breed of dog, and I think he is just naturally large.
(Note: The following is part of a series of columns looking at the establishment and growth of doctors, hospitals and the health industry in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
I've asked the men in several recent audiences to raise hands if they believe moms stress out concerning their children at least five times more than dads. All the men's hands went up to general laughter.
The month of April showers the observant one with a magnificent display of colors, from the fragrant wisteria blossoms creeping through the boughs of trees to the willowy stems of bright-yellow Jessamine, to the snowbells bowing their heads and wild azaleas bursting forth. Seemingly every shade of green imaginable puts on a show just for the month of April before fading and dulling as summer approaches. New life springs forth: buds and blossoms, chicks and bunnies, an empty tomb and the Resurrection.
Question: Can I plant my Easter lily outdoors?
Like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, his shoulder fits into the hollow of my side and the loop of my arm conforms to the back of his neck. Exactly. Perfectly. I have to tilt my chin only slightly to rest it on the blonde head, to draw in the scent of little boy. One chair, two of us.
(Note: The following is the first of a series of columns looking at the establishment and growth of doctors, hospitals and the health industry in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
Last Sunday, every church throughout the world celebrated Palm Sunday in sermon, music and pageantry. Allow me to use what I consider to be the first of the Synoptic Gospels, Mark, and read about the man Jesus, who many thought just might be the long-awaited Messiah. First off, let's try to envision Jesus' entry into Jerusalem from a point of view that most likely existed with at least three succinct and different groups: There were those who claimed that Jesus was the Messiah, those who were the locals and who may have recalled an event which took place nearly ...
Q: Our 7-year-old is very shy. He doesn't enjoy the sort of social activities, including sports, that other kids his age are generally involved in and would rather play alone. He has one friend, who is also quite shy. His mother and I have conspired to arrange weekly play dates, but whereas the boys get along fine, both kids sometimes balk at cooperating with them. My son occasionally tells me he'd rather read or play alone than play with this other boy. When I ask why, he tells me he "just would." His school counselor has recommended that ...
(Note: The following is part of a series of articles looking at the history and evolution of agriculture in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
Years ago, Lindell Doty, a retired preacher and friend of mine now living in Florida, suggested that everybody has choices to make. Now, making decisions can be hard - sometimes so hard that we delay them as long as possible.
Today's parents tend to worry about all manner of things that do not deserve second thoughts. Imaginary friends, for example. I've been asked many times by mothers if they should worry that their preschoolers have imaginary friends they seem to think - and in some cases even insist - are real.
The color of this early morning in not-quite spring is liquid lavender, is pearly pink, is slightly silver in the way it glints and glows. The sky and the fields and everything in them are shaded as though tinted by a crayon unwrapped and swiped across the countryside with its long barrel, the sharp tip forgotten. Outlines and details are unimportant to the day as it languorously wakens.