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Columns

  • Want a burp with that hiccup?

    Looking at the alarm clock by my bedside, it clearly read 2:37 a.m. The loud buzzing sound was not in my head after all. Who in the world could be calling me at this hour of the night?
    I grumbled to myself, sat straight up in bed and gasped. An emergency! Someone’s in the hospital! Someone has died!
    All kinds of such thoughts danced through my sluggish brain as I reached for the telephone.
    Pastors are on call 24/7 and never know when an emergency will summon to duty. It may be in the middle of the day, or in this case, in the middle of the night.

  • Taking the master gardener course

    I held a worm the other day!
    This may not seem like big news to you, but I’m skeeved out by creepy-crawlies. Can’t  say I’ve always been that way – I have a distinct memory of playing with a garden snake as a little kid, and letting ladybugs land on my finger.
    But somehow I grew up into an adult who’s liable to stand on a chair and scream if a bug runs across the floor.

  • Leave your failure, and success, in the past

    Our lives are made up of heartbreaking sorrows, painful regrets, and hopefully, delightful successes. Each event has influenced our character and the future goals we set for ourselves.
    But if we’re not careful, we could unintentionally allow our past to keep us from experiencing God’s plan for our future.

  • History of black women

    We are sent by the Holy Spirit. By the Spirit, God calls and sends people into ministry.
    It really doesn’t matter, male or female, He can use either if you are called by Him and are willing to serve.
    Acts 13:1,2 “Now there were in the church at Antioch certain prophets and teachers. They ministered to the Lord, and fasted, and the Holy Ghost said, Separate me Barnabas and Saul for the work I have called them. And when they had fasted and prayed, and laid their hands on them, they sent them away.”

  • Calling all local authors-to-be

    I wanted to be a writer from the earliest I can remember. Not sure why. Maybe just because I loved books so much. And libraries, even now there’s nothing that makes me smile like walking into a library, all soft carpets and hushed voices and shelves of shiny books.
    Growing up in Wakulla, the library was in the old courthouse in downtown Crawfordville. It had several floors so sometimes you’d be looking for a book on one floor and then have to climb the stairs for another subject.

  • Don’t take me car shopping
  • Hearing vs. listening

    As big as my ears are, you would think I would be able to hear everything I am listening to.
    I like to think I am hearing what I am listening to, but I have so many illustrations that prove otherwise. I’m not sure what it is, but I am working on it with the help of the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
    It was on a Friday and I was very busy trying to get things done for the weekend. Some in our domicile can multitask and then the other can hardly do one thing at a time.

  • Remembering Ferrell Barwick
  • If dogs could talk
  • Good to be back home