The Bible has a lot to say about the birth of Jesus. All of them are important. But none are more important than the manner of His conception. It could be a misconception on my part, but it seems this is a topic not emphasized as much as it used to be.
At an online source of parenting advice, a mother recently asked a female marriage and family therapist how to handle her eighth-grade daughter's announcement that she and her ninth-grade boyfriend have decided to "prove their love" by having sex. The mother says, "I don't think she's ready to have sex with this boy."
Due to a difficulty in acquiring additional gold and silver bullion, the Confederate Congress closed all three mints after existing bullion had been used up. Therefore, the Confederacy desperately needed some other sources of local currency in order to encourage normal commerce. Many Southern states promptly created their own paper scrip, and the new Confederate Post Office began printing its own "postal currency."
How could you not be moved by the picture on the front of the Statesboro Herald last Thursday showing the massive number of people waiting patiently to apply for a job with Great Dane.
I first noticed it on Sunday - a sycamore leaf, the size of a spread hand and the color of cured tobacco, was stuck in the stems of a cotton plant at the edge of the driveway. Surprisingly, it was still there Wednesday morning, having withstood a couple of days of stiff wind and one day of sustained rain. Obviously, I was meant to take note. I got out of the car and walked to the edge of the field for a closer look.
Sometimes we can only wonder at the working of God, and the way he chooses to bring about his ends. It is true that "God moves in a mysterious way, his wonders to perform."
By 1850, America's supplies of silver had been nearly exhausted as the mother lodes of silver ore discovered out west had been mined dry. The majority of existing American silver dollars were being melted down and sold back to the mint at greatly inflated prices in order to provide it with silver bullion with which it could mint new coins.
Devon Corneal is an attorney and a writer. Her essay, "Can You Hear Me Now? Why Parents Can't Get Kids to Listen," was published online by The Huffington Post (Nov. 3, 2011). In it, Ms. Corneal carps about her children not listening to her. She identifies the three children in question as "a son, a stepson, and the manchild I married." She refers to them as "boys."
For the most part, I have reported on our local economy over the last three years. However, something that has continued to be a concern of mine during that time period has been the plight of our neighbors in Jenkins County.
Ireland's ancient "septs" were very similar to Scottish "clans." Those groups from which the Bulloch County Brannen's are descended include the "O Braonain" and "Mac Branain" family groupings. The term "Mac" designated "the son of" while the term "O" designated "the grandson of" a ruling warrior.
The colonists in British North American quite naturally expected the British Crown to continue to subsidize them. England's rulers, however, had a different idea: they planned on the colonists making them rich. They figured that if all the colonists had was British money, colonial exports and imports would almost exclusively come from and go to Great Britain.
Someone recently asked if I agree with the currently popular parenting adage that "rules without relationship lead to rebellion."
I believe it was Confucius who is reported to have said, "Find a job you love, and you will never work again!" I don't know about you, but this rings so true for me as I always had a job that I couldn't wait to get to, wanted to hang around after work just to look over the place and went home feeling that I had put in a good day.
A couple of weeks ago, I reported some statistics about our local economy which I had compiled for a presentation to Rotary. One of the stats that I found to be the most telling was the bank deposits market share report produced by the FDIC.
With recent headlines screaming of pepper-sprayed shopping competitors and choked customers over a waffle iron, one can truly appreciate the lyrics to the song, originally sung by Angela Lansbury, We Need a Little Christmas. Right now. Right this very minute.
Michael and Kathy Lee Gatto's son was killed in a violent and tragic incident at Rude Rudy's bar in Statesboro last August. Now they hope a law they are proposing would create more responsible ownership in all businesses that serve alcohol in Georgia.
Chip had an excellent sermon this past Sunday and gave me a jump-start on 2015. An excellent sermon is when I don't drift off somewhere during the delivery, don't try to re-write it like I think it should be and put the good stuff in the back of my mind so I can rethink it later on. The title was a humdinger, "What did God do with the gold?" The content was about commitment. I also agree that I really need to know what He did with the money - even though He can do whatever He chooses - because ...
A reader writes that her friends "recently spent around $300 on their daughter's birthday party - her first. They bought lots of stuff to entertain their young guests and extended family. The child, a baby, obviously had no clue what was going on. I should mention that the parents are struggling to make ends meet." She asks for my take on this.
One of the more popular shows currently on the small screen is "American Pickers," starring business partners Mike Wolfe and Frank Fritz. They travel the country in their large van, searching through barns, back yards - literally anywhere they can find old pieces of what most would call junk but that they think they can sell in their two Antique Archaeology stores. I could be wrong, but it seems a safe bet that neither Mike nor Frank got very excited as kids about Christmas or birthday parties, as both normally include gifts that are new rather than old.
Fireworks and sparkling grape juice, off-key "Auld Lang Syne" tunes, a large falling ball, horns and hugs and kisses ushered in a new year. Do you have dreams and hopes for 2015? Whatever your plans for the new year, make family and loved ones a priority with lots of special time and celebrations to treasure for much longer than 365 days.
Amid allegations, speculations, and opinions whirling around regarding both the journalistic reporting of the alleged University of Virginia rape and the accuracy of the alleged rape itself, it's important to note how this national news story can shape our knowledge about sexual violence.
As the pastor who initiated the presentation of the manger scene I have special interest in the response from the community and would like to add a few insights to the conversation.
If the atheists in Bulloch County know that there is no god, then why do they care when and where I pray? And why are they rankled by a nativity scene in downtown Statesboro? If I choose to enslave my mind, as indicated on their banner on the courthouse lawn, then why does that bother them so much?
(Note: The following is part of a series of articles looking at the history and evolution of agriculture in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
From the road, the wreath on the door and the swags over the windows look just right. From the road, they are even and balanced, the wire-edged ribbons are full and round and the ends flutter just the least little bit in the winter breeze. From the road, the blue on the door and the blue in the ribbons match perfectly and from the road the tiny white lights on the tree fill up the windows at the corner of the house.