I used to like the flat tax.
I used to like the flat tax.
“This is none of my business,” I said aloud to myself in a valiant, noble effort to mind my own business.
But has that ever stopped me. Nope.
“I am not getting into the middle of this mess,” I continued.
Do I ever listen to myself in these moments of reprimand? Nope.
Answers to your questions about life, religion and the Bible
Pastors get some of the most interesting questions from people in their congregations and people they meet. Here are a few questions that I have gotten over the years and via email for this column.
All right, girls and boys, today we’ll take up the matter of Peachtree Corners, a community in the Atlanta suburb of Gwinnett County that thinks it would make a good city all by itself and rejects the notion that it will be swallowed whole by the ever-burgeoning metropolis, Norcross.
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It was there the entire time we lived at 110 Flamingo Street. No matter how many times we tried to get rid of it, the thing always seemed to return. With each move we made, Mom thought we were finally going to be free, but after only a few months in the new house, it found us once again.
When I was a younger pastor, the distinctions between black and white were very sharp. Sin was sin, wrong was wrong, and hell was hot.
I still believe that hell is hot but it just may be that not everything I thought qualified as a sin was actually a sin.
It’s personality election time in Peachtree City, as evidenced by the postings commenting on an otherwise rather bland letter by this year’s surviving challenger — Stephen Allen — who is trying to unseat incumbent Eric Imker.
If ever you needed proof that our government should not be entrusted with control of our healthcare, a clear case sits before you now. Even so, the Obama Administration remains confident you will not take the time to understand what has happened. Most citizens won’t.
At the 2004 Democratic National Convention in Boston, Sen. Barack Obama said, “... There is not a black America and a white America and Latino America and Asian America — there is the United States of America.”
It is true that I have a nice, comfortable office, arranged with all a writer needs for inspiration, including French doors that open onto a balcony which overlooks the front pasture.
A minister was asked to do the funeral for a real rascal. A man approached him and said, “I know my brother was a lying, drunken cheat who ran around on his wife and never amounted to anything. But you will refer to him as a saint.” That was a tough assignment!
The protests against corporations that began in New York over a month ago have spread around the world. I’ve listened to protester comments to journalists about their expectations and their comments are reflected in a conversation I had with one of my students just a few days ago.
Seems to me I never had a boyfriend in grade school or high school. Crushes, yes indeed, but I was never flirty or cute, was never asked to “go steady” or even date. How could a country girl go out on a date anyhow?
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