According to Acts 2, Jews from every "nation" converged on Jerusalem and received the gift of the Holy Spirit. The amazing and remarkable happening was that although these foreigners were speaking the language of their native lands, those Aramaic-speaking Jews could understand every word. This was not remotely similar to the Glossolalia of I Corinthians 14. In other words, everyone heard the alien languages and needed no translation. The gift of God's Spirit was both sight and sound.
Last Thursday night, my two daughters and I went to the Coconut Thai Cuisine restaurant in the College Plaza shopping center located at the corner of Fair Road and Zetterower Avenue. Every time I go in there, I appreciate what it takes to make a restaurant "go."
I still remember the time when I was a young man growing up in Huntington, West Virginia - that's west - attending Fifth Avenue Baptist Church and hearing the newly-appointed pastor from just plain Virginia say, "Anyone in here who begins reading that new revised standard version of the Bible will go to hell and should resign this church immediately!" Since he and most folks were raised on the old King James edition, he could not understand the scholarship and accuracy that the RSV provided, especially since it differed significantly in language and translation.
Major Joseph Habersham, a Savannahian, was born on July 28, 1751 to James Habersham and Mary Bolton. His father, James, filled in for Royal Governor Sir James Wright when he was in England.
There are only a handful of guys in Georgia Southern's offense who have any real, in-game experience playing college football, fewer that have played their current position before and, by the way, only one quarterback has any in-game experience at all.
I am sure that we are all pretty used to seeing the little signs that are posted next to the road advertising everything from apartment rentals to candidates seeking political office. In fact, they have become "old hat", and frankly I don't pay much attention to them anymore, in most cases.
Probably just about everybody has seen one. They're very common-place, and, as far as I know, can be seen just about anywhere in the world. Some are more complete in their development, but they're all beautiful. Conditions have to be just right, but it's the conditions that make them such wonderful reminders.
Start across the Sidney Lanier Bridge from either direction and, just before you reach the crest, you will become convinced that you are going to drive straight into the sky. On a hot July day - when white puffy clouds approach like meringues, seductive with soporific sweetness, clouds that look like the blow-up slides used to rescue passengers from airplanes - that's exactly what you want to do.
William Few Jr. was born in Baltimore, Md., on June 8, 1748 to William Few and Mary Wheeler. They were poor tobacco farmers, and along with many of their neighbors became bankrupt because of a series of droughts.
I have always wondered if a caveman - most likely a cave woman - just missing being eaten by a T-Rex, hummed a tune and that was the beginning of music. I am not sure if he or she had words to the tune like, "I'm so glad that the big lizard ate she and not me … dum ditty dum." Don't get me going on what I think the first "rock" band resembled.
Every summer, I am reminded just how important Georgia Southern has become to Statesboro and the prosperity of its full time residents. Things clearly slow down here in the summer months, and business owners will admit that it can be a struggle.
I got a plaque in the mail the other day.
Joshua was now an old and weathered man who had been with the Israelites through the invasion into Canaan and wanted to be absolutely certain this young nation to be understood their responsibilities and their loyalties to the God who had brought them this far.
I used to think naively that social networking (i.e., Facebook) had nothing to do with business. Well, I missed the boat on that one. I have always understood how Facebook can be used as a marketing tool. However, it is the covert side of the social networking site that took me by surprise.
The table is large and round. The food is good. The conversation is warm and inclusive. We laugh a lot. Some of the laughter is directed at each other. Some of it is directed toward the unspeakable matters with which we deal every day and which we can't share with the people we love, the unavoidable dark humor of those who see the worst in humanity and manage, somehow, not to fall into the abyss themselves.
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.