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Religion

  • Coming up roses – and thorns

    By JAMES L. SNYDER

    When it comes to flowers, a flower is simply a flower. I do not know the difference between a rose and a lily. If it looks pretty, I like it. I like to keep things simple.
    When I have to buy flowers for the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, I have a wee bit of difficulty. Thankfully, the florist where I purchase flowers seems to know quite a bit about flowers. All I need to do is say, “I’d like to order flowers for my wife.”

  • Automatically going to heaven?

    By SHERYL H. BOLDT

    The Rev. Timms, the hospice chaplain, lowered the bedside rails so he could lean in closer.
    Dale gripped his arm. “I’m not ready to die. I wish I could know for sure if I’m going to heaven.”
    The minister leaned in even closer. “Before our visit is over, you will know – for sure – if you’re going to heaven. OK?”
    Dale smiled, faintly.
    “Have you ever heard about Jesus’ dying on the cross for your sins?”

  • Midsummer’s day nightmare

    By JAMES L. SNYDER

    I am not sure who invented summer vacation, but I think they deserve a Nobel Peace Prize. Every year is worth the intense strain when there is a summer vacation to look forward to.
    Both the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I got up early to begin the drive to the airport to take us to our vacation location. I was so full of energy I could not sit still. It was then that I broke into singing, comfortably off key, much to the agitation of my wife.

  • Let’s pray for our children

    By ETHEL SKIPPER

    Our prayers and concern go out to all the students in our county as they go back to school this week.
    On Sunday at our church there was a special prayer and covering of the protecting of our youth. Each day, as our children go to school, we know that they have someone watching over them.
    Let us all pray together as parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, family and Christians that this will be a blessed school year.

  • Feeling you can’t go to God

    By SHERYL H. BOLDT

    Perhaps it’s not easy for you to go to God when you’re struggling, especially when dealing with the consequences of your poor choices.
    Maybe you’re disappointed in the way God answered your prayers in the past which left you feeling as if He wasn’t listening or didn’t care about you or your problems.
    Or perhaps the idea of going to your heavenly Father doesn’t feel like a safe option because your relationship with your earthly parent is messed up.

  • Irritable foul mouth syndrome

    By JAMES L. SNYDER

    All things being equal, and they are not, certain words gets under my skin. I suppose I could be called a wordsmith because I enjoy words and like finding out what they mean and how they can be used effectively.
    As a young person my favorite book always within reach, was Roget’s Thesaurus. I always wanted to the right word, and I was willing to search for it. Some do not believe in synonyms, you have to find the right word.

  • What will it take?

    By SHERYL H. BOLDT

    If the previous year of your life were to be featured in a magazine article, would you send copies to your family? Would you invite your friends on Facebook to read it? There was a time I wouldn’t have.
    If you were to take snapshots of the difficult seasons of my life, you would end up with a collage depicting huge failures and disappointments. The worst photo would be the one showing me alone – separated from my young, adorable children.

  • Dancing in the summer rain

    By JAMES L. SNYDER

    This is the time of the year when rain is a frequent visitor, especially in the afternoon. It is then that a person is tempted to go outside and dance in the rain. One famous singer was so caught up with a rainy afternoon that he did his famous, “Singing in the rain.” At my age, the only dancing I do is the bathroom shuffle, which has become more frequent than usual lately.

  • Is it time to rise up?

    By SHERYL H. BOLDT

    I will get up, go to my father, and tell him I’m sorry – that I’m really, really sorry.
    Jason let out a heavy sigh and slid down the wall to a seated position. He squeezed his eyes shut for a long moment. But after all I’ve done to him, why would he forgive me?

  • Then the birthday card arrived

    By JAMES L. SNYDER

    When I was young, I always looked forward to my birthday. I could not wait until it came around and usually it was in the summer. I distinctly remember graduating from the age of 9 to the double-digit number of 10, I thought I had arrived.
    When I hit the age of 16 and got my driver’s license and started driving around, of course my driving around was contingent upon my father allowing me to borrow his car. When I turned 18, however, I bought my own car.