Pastor Bo: With kids, fun times make the stern times agreeable
That he pointed the gun at me was not too surprising, to be honest.

That he pointed the gun at me was not too surprising, to be honest.

While the thoughts of most of the nation were on Memorial Day, a different type of thought process was playing out in Tulsa, Oklahoma, over that same weekend as armed Black nationalist militia groups descended on the area.

When I say that I am writing this column from a desert place, please understand that I am literally writing this column from a desert place.

If I understand the current paradigm correctly, readers of newspaper columns are generally a bit of an older demographic than those who rely solely on online sources for their news and/or opinion. If that is indeed the case, I will, in this, be communicating with an audience that is naturally sympathetic to my plight:

If one wanted to climb from Earth to the moon, one theoretical way to do it would be to stack seven columns of $1 bills side by side and then climb that column from here to there.

On the way home this morning to write a very different column, a turtle turned it into this column instead.

When video first emerged of former Minneapolis police officer Derek Chauvin kneeling on the back of George Floyd's neck until he died, I said both in print (see my June 7, 2020, column, "The Line Between Riots and Righteousness") and from the pulpit that it was murder, and I stand by that evaluation.

From time to time, a stereotypical rumor will get started concerning some preacher somewhere, namely that he is running around with his secretary or piano player.

One of the most enjoyable aspects of doing evangelistic meetings and revivals is that one gets to see new places and experience new things. Mind you, some of those "new places and new things" have been roachy motels and meetings that made me ask "what in the world am I even doing here," but most have been utterly amazing.

The thing about being both well-known and on Twitter, I suppose, is that if you royally, utterly, abysmally blow it, there are no fingers on Earth fast enough to delete it before someone screenshots it and saves it in perpetuity.
