Pastor Bo: How to prepare for things you don’t see coming
It was one of those unbearably hot Southern days where the humidity makes you feel like a rotisserie chicken on a spit.

It was one of those unbearably hot Southern days where the humidity makes you feel like a rotisserie chicken on a spit.

Both my revulsion and my "this is stinking funny!" reflexes kicked into overdrive the instant I clicked onto X Labor Day morning and saw a Protestia post that said, "Megachurch Pastor's Wife Charging $16,999 To Be Part of Her 'Inner Circle' + 'Private Text Access.'"

I trust Mr. Shakespeare from somewhere beyond the grave will not mind me appropriating and paraphrasing his words for the theme of this column: To vote or not to vote, that is the question.

"Are you an attorney?" That was the question posed to me earlier this morning as I write this.

My email inbox last week must have been just about as confused as a termite in a yo-yo.

One of the cool things about being a pastor is that you get called a lot of names through the years.
The night of the assassination attempt against President Trump, I tweeted my prediction that President Biden would resign pretty quickly.

There are moments in American life about which people constantly ask, "Where were you when it happened?"

Like 51.3 million other people, I tuned in and watched the 2024 presidential debate.

This column will run in the vicinity of July Fourth. As such, my mind is mostly focused on red, white and blue kinds of thoughts, musings on America, if you will.
