Let's call it the "MLB Gap."
The month of March gave way to April showers days before the calendar flipped to a new month, washing away pollen and greening the earth in even more splendor than before. Easter and springtime bring forth thoughts of new life and new birth. Continue to appreciate the beauty surrounding you as you make the most of the season. Rejoice with the holidays below, then create new ones to celebrate the gift of life and love with family members.
On a recent Saturday, I went online to find a local supplier of a business product. Finding a website of a company that I thought could provide me with a quality product, I filled out a form requesting information, and clicked "submit."
In my humble opinion, the decision makers at Georgia Southern continue to make shrewd decisions when it comes to the ongoing development of the university.
The wildfire had been burning for over a week. I expected to see evidence of it as I passed the green metal road sign that marked the Long County line and drove on down the highway lined with pine trees and wire grass, but I didn't.
The biggest story out of the past weekend in Georgia Southern baseball would probably have to be Andy Moye.
March Madness bounceball is almost complete. Ironically, the NCAA basketball championship will come to a successful conclusion the first Monday night of April in 2011, which prompts me to wonder if the NCAA, CBS, TBS, TNT and TruTV might need to come up with a new marketing slogan for this long, long, sports spectacular.
Two weeks ago one of the young sawtooth oaks in the backyard was still clinging to its winter leaves - tight little wrapping paper tubes of brittle brown. The bigger leaves were long gone; these were the recalcitrant ones, the obstreperous children determined to have their own way.
One of my Bible professors in Graduate School tried to drum into our head the principle that reading the Bible doesn't always lead to understanding it. Nor does comprehension always lead to obedience. The motives of people for reading the Bible are not always as high or pure as they must be to benefit fully from the revelation of God's will.
A reader asks if I have ever written a column on texting while eating in restaurants. She writes: "Recently my husband and I observed a small group at a table near us in a local restaurant. There were two teenage boys and a mother. They never talked to one another the entire time. All they did was text and play with various electronic gadgets. I asked our waiter if this happened a lot and he said it was the norm. He also told us that he often has to wait while taking an order until a person gets off their ...
Sunday, Pastor Jimmy gave me some great insight which I hope to share with you. While some very sincere folks believe that whatever ails us can be cured by faith, the fact is that some problems need earthly medial assistance. If break my arm, God has given some very good doctors who know how to set broken bones and I'll see the physician before I try to fix it myself. If my psychological balance is out of whack, most self-help books are the last resort and the best possible solution is to see a therapist. This is not to ...
Are you a Premillennialist, a Postmillennialist, an Amillennialist or just a plain old Millennialist? I'll say this: I have heard more end of time conversation in the last few weeks than one can imagine and quite a few folks are pretty jittery about the entire scenario. According to Google, 45 million searches are asking about all these catastrophes and disasters, 380 thousand are checking out the latest on the Mayan calendar and about 11 million want to know what the Bible has to say about the end of the world.
Just a few years ago, it seems, many of us never locked our doors. We left our windows rolled down when we went to the store, we never worried about people going into our homes. Now we have security cameras, car alarms and motion lights.
What if the banner over the door to your place of business read, "Never Settle For Less Than Your Best!"
It is grainy and gray, faded and fragile to the touch, a newspaper clipping from 1966. I am bent over it with a combination of amusement and incredulity. The caption says that it is a photograph of Girl Scout Troop 370 on a field trip to the Statesboro Herald. It identifies the 20 or so girls, row by row. There in the middle is my name.
(Note: The following is part of a series of articles looking at the history and evolution of agriculture in Georgia and Bulloch County.)