Osama bin Laden is dead.
Osama bin Laden is dead.
It started with a challenge. For several years, I had been promising the members of the worship ministry of our church that we would get them newer vestments. Vestments are the “uniforms” that people in certain ministries of the church wear during worship services.
Lent is nearly over. In the Christian calendar, Lent is a 40-day period (excluding Sundays) of repentance, self-examination, and amendment of life.
It is a rare occurrence when diverse churches gather to worship together and to do something meaningful. It is rarer still when diverse churches gather to worship and do something meaningful for 30 years in a row. Yet, on Good Friday in Peachtree City, that is exactly what will happen.
President Barack Obama has come under fire in recent days both from the political Left and from the Right for “flip-flopping” on campaign promises.
Among the so-called flip-flops are the following:
Recently, on a flight home from Illinois, I sat next to a man who was an executive in a corporation. The man was pleasant, chatted with passengers who were finding their seats, and seemed genuinely interested in every person boarding the airplane.
Late night comedians and a number of news agencies have had a field day with the public self-destruction of actor Charlie Sheen. Millions of people have watched Sheen’s explanations, rantings, and antics on TV and on the Internet with unbridled amusement. The problem is this: It’s not funny.
Not long ago, several people were spotted at a Tea Party rally carrying signs that were anti-union.
For years, I have been promising our singers and musicians new vestments. Vestments are the “uniforms” that church folk in our tradition wear during the services to designate their type of service in the church. In some churches, choir robes are worn.
On Feb. 13, 1970, I arrived for Recruit Training (now called “Basic Warrior Training”) at the Marine Corps Recruit Depot, Parris Island, S.C., and was assigned to 2nd Battalion, Platoon 223.
After six months and 4,000 miles on the 1999 Harley-Davidson Road King, I decided to ratchet things up just a bit. Prior to August of 2010, I had never ridden a motorcycle. I took the Rider’s Edge Motorcycle Academy three-day course and earned my license.
I am grateful that we live in the modern technological age.
My father was a believer in “making do.” A child of the Great Depression, he learned early that resources were scarce and sometimes one just had to do the best one could do with what one had at hand.
In 1983 I became the pastor of a small church that, at the time, was four and a half years old. I made a commitment to God and to myself that I would not leave there until I was certain that it was time. I based that commitment on something I learned in the Marine Corps.
A few years ago, while on study leave in Ireland, I had a few moments to relax at an outdoor cafe one January evening in Dublin. It was around 5 p.m. and very dark except for the lights of the city. Suddenly, the offices closed and young professionals streamed out onto the city’s streets.