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.
What if a major developer wanted to build a large factory next to where you live? Or a commercial center? Or some other project that would dramatically affect local traffic or the environment in your neighborhood?
When I was called to the pastorate about 40 years ago - even though it seems like yesterday - Communion was not given to children who were not considered capable of "discernment" insofar as communion, The Eucharist or the Lord's Supper is concerned. Dr. Ben Lacy Rose, the wise old professor of church polity, sacramental education and administration, wrote many an article explaining the theological wisdom of those too young to understand but was always a tad fuzzy when it came to adults who may have been born with a handicap, which truly prevented them from having the capacity to figure ...
This word "slick" doesn't always have the best connotation, but it so appropriate in this instance.
(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 suppose most folks who work for a living begin, at some point, to look forward to retirement. Some prefer not to quit for various reasons, but they are exceptions. One thing that causes many to want to stop working is having to go in whether they want to or not. As one fellow reportedly said, "I wouldn't mind the job as much if it just wasn't so every day!"
Thunderstorms, warmer weather, sleeping late and the absence of big yellow buses on the road can only mean one thing: Summertime has arrived!