This past Sunday, our choir sang a beautiful rendition of Psalm 139, and I was truly touched by its powerful words. While some may say it is a psalm of lament or sorrow, I want to say it is a psalm of great comfort.
I really can't help it, this thing I have about words. This fascination with their power, this wonder at their flexibility, this compulsion to string them together into necklaces of sound and rhythm that sway around my neck as I walk. The way they feel spilling out of my mouth, puffs and bursts of air shaped by throat and teeth and tongue. The way they look on a page, black lines and squiggles that stand at attention, but only barely so. There is nothing quite so magical as the read, the written, the spoken word.
It's never too early for hype, and the Georgia Southern Eagles already have plenty of that.
We have been watching the construction at the Statesboro Mall for months now, anxiously awaiting the "new" Belk to open. According to Darrell Williams, manager of corporate communications for Belk, Inc., building is almost complete and a move-in date has been established.
I think it would be difficult to overstate the importance of setting a good example. If we have someone to follow in life who is willing to show us how to live, who understands the importance of doing the best job possible in everything, we have a much greater chance of being the best we can be of being what God wants us to be.
It was in the late summer of 1973 when a major change happened in the United States - and I'm not talking about Watergate. Prior to the "happening," gas prices were around 40 cents a gallon, a dozen eggs cost some 45 cents, the average salary was approximately 13,000 dollars a year, and a new house could run you $32,500. Then OPEC shut down its production and oil prices escalated 200 percent! Talk about overnight inflation!
Q: In your book on 2-year-olds, you recommend reading to a child from early on. My problem is that every time I attempt to read to my 16-month-old son he grabs the book away, closes it, or wants to flip the pages himself. If I try to take it back from him, the battle is on, one that I do not wish to engage in. I am an avid reader, and I had hoped to instill a love of reading in him as well. I certainly don't want to make reading an unpleasant experience for him. I'm sure ...
Nobody wants to go out with a loss.
The month of June seared the pages of 2011 with gusto, breaking record-holding temperatures along much of the east coast. Don't let the premature heat get you down; technically, it's not even summer yet! Celebrate some of these cool holidays with your family; make warm memories with loved ones, and enjoy every moment of the summer season.
I am genuinely tired of having to report news symptomatic of our economic woes, but yet again, I must. As many of you know, a member of our restaurant community closed their doors last week.
I went out early to go running. The grass was still damp with dew that did nothing to disguise the drought. Even at 7:30, the sun was already high enough to bounce off my bare shoulders with warmth like a toaster oven. I twisted the ear buds to my iPod into my ears; maybe the sound of someone else's voice, instead of my thoughts, would induce some sort of runner's zen state.
A journalist called me the other day wanting me to make some pithy, erudite comments on the subject of the so-called "stepfamily." I am eminently qualified, I propose, to remark on the subject because I was raised in one, although it was not called a stepfamily back then. We were a family: me, my mother, my stepfather, and their two children. We weren't really any different than any other family, at least as far as I could tell. He was my stepfather, but I called him "Dad." And by the way, my other father, the one I saw in ...
It was about 7:00 a.m. and still on the dark side of early morning when I arrived at church and began to walk to the door leading to my office. It's nice to get to work way before the phone starts to ring - which usually meant shelving things I wanted to finish for things that required my immediate attention.
I had the opportunity this past weekend to catch up with Jan Tankersley, our local state representative for District 158. I was really curious about her initial impression of government service at the state level and was it all that she thought it would be.
Q: My son will be 4-years-old in a couple of months. He is having problems playing and relating to groups of kids in social situations. For example, today at a new church nursery there was a group of kids all playing together.
We certainly live in a "grow or die" world.
Q: Our 4-year-old daughter has a huge problem with being laughed at. She loves to be goofy and do funny things, but as soon as someone, including one of us, laughs at her, she becomes upset. She will say "Don't laugh!" or "I don't want you to laugh at me!" We explain that we aren't laughing at her but at the funny things she does. We've also told her that we laugh because we are happy and having a good time with her. Is there a different way to explain this to her so that she ...
Note: The following is the 27th in a series of columns that will describe towns and communities, past and present, that were settled after Bulloch County was first settled. Some have since been cut into other counties.
Jackson is almost 4 - that age at which he understands his separateness from other people but does not yet understand the separateness of his emotions. His will is clear and distinct, but his heart is still one with the world. Whatever is happening to him, be it highest joy or deepest sorrow, is happening to the world. That thing - the filter, the wall, the individuation of identity that will eventually teach him that this is not so, that his feelings are uniquely his and that not everyone can be trusted with them - has yet to take hold.
"He who has ears to hear, let him hear." - Jesus, Matthew 11:15
Last week, while most students were vacationing in such exotic faraway places like Panama Beach, Daytona Beach or Hopeulikeit, Julie and I had the wonderful opportunity to run down to Sarasota, Florida, to see our daughter and family and our middle son, George, from California. For those of you who don't know the scenario, from the day after Thanksgiving to the day after Easter, Florida fills up like a test tube full of Snowbirds who eat everything in sight, drive like maniacs and play very bad golf.
Despite what you continue to see in the national news, the Affordable Care Act has brought about many positive changes to our health care system – especially for small business owners.
You want another grocery store in town? How about three?
I recently came across a 1951 article my late mother saved from the Charleston (S.C.) News and Courier. Titled "Agency Offers Pointers on How Parents Can Guide Their Child's Emotional Development," it is proof that parents and professionals of three generations ago possessed a wealth of common sense, a quality that has since become most uncommon.
Happy spring! We have survived the long, cold, dark, snowy and rainy days of winter, and I couldn't be happier to lay the power outages to rest and welcome the sunshine, watch the azaleas reveal their colors and see the earth bloom back to life. I've always loved this season, and I may be a little biased. My birthday is in April, the Masters golf tournament returns to my hometown of Augusta, Ga., and my family and I keep I-95 South hot with trips to my favorite vacation destination: St. Simons Island in the beautiful Golden Isles of ...
Note: The following is the 26th in a series of columns that will describe towns and communities, past and present, that were settled after Bulloch County was first settled. Some have since been cut into other counties.