Pastor Bo: What did I ever do to the Russian Mafia?
Computers are a necessity of modern life, whether we like it or not.
Pastor Bo: The church’s misguided quest for relevance
Relevant: appropriate to the current time, period or circumstances; of contemporary interest. (Google dictionary)
Pastor Bo: A question for Christians and churches who do not support a pregnancy resource center
It was one of the great joys and honors of my life to recently preach the annual banquet for the Pregnancy Resource Center of Cleveland County, North Carolina.
Pastor Bo: The right spouse may laugh first but will always come to your aid
I am glancing over at my PADI card (from the Professional Association of Diving Instructors) as I compose this column. I need to go scuba diving again. I really do. It has been far too long since I have taken the time to do so. Nonetheless, I am proud of that open-water diver card; it takes some very hard work to earn one of those.
Pastor Bo: A wandering soul
He told me his name, or at least what he claimed it to be. These days, who knows. It was a Friday, and my family and I determined to take the day off, our first one in many weeks. But as is seemingly always the case, we somehow ended up needing to come to the church for a few hours anyway.
Pastor Bo: Noah’s ark in…Kentucky?
"And God said unto Noah, The end of all flesh is come before me; for the earth is filled with violence through them; and, behold, I will destroy them with the earth. Make thee an ark of gopher wood" - Genesis 6:13-14
Pastor Bo: A flawless resume
In my column two weeks ago, "Neither Foolish in April, Nor Any Other Time," I cited a quote by the eminent Dr. Craig A. Evans. I awoke the next morning to a very sweet email that made me cringe.
Pastor Bo: Random observations about preachers
I have been preaching since I was 12 years old, and a bit of quick math tells me that, at 47 years old, that makes for 35 years. This is to say, that, I have been around preachers for a very long time.
Pastor Bo: Neither foolish in April, nor any other time
I am writing this 10 days in advance of Easter, Resurrection morning, partly because I wish to try my hand at prophecy for a few moments.
Pastor Bo: Defiling grace, how harsh the sound
Back in my teenage years, I had a friend who lived in the city limits. I was a country dweller, used to trees, fields and lots of open spaces. But his house was squarely in the midst of all of the other houses in the neighborhood, and it is no exaggeration to say that a person could get from one house to the next in under three seconds. Because of that, no one had septic tanks and field lines; everyone was on city sewer.
