Faith Focus: Looking out of a totally different window
A preacher had to go to the doctor. He had chest pains and was naturally concerned.

A preacher had to go to the doctor. He had chest pains and was naturally concerned.

Hanging in the hallway just outside of our church auditorium, I have a framed replica of the Declaration of Independence that I have possessed since childhood. I am an avid history buff, but among all of my historical books and artifacts, none captivates me quite as much as the opening words of the birth certificate of our nation. It says:
I do not know why my daughter has tin foil in her hair. She seems incredibly pleased by it, as does my older daughter who, apparently, was the installer of said tin foil.
He was two pounds or so, the lovely bass that I reeled in on Labor Day.
I do not know if Kim Davis will still be in jail by the time this column makes it to print; I surely hope she has been released by then. But whether she is still incarcerated or not, the truths of this column still need to be stated.
One thing I love about the Bible is how very honest it is concerning its heroes. This is one thing that assures me it is, in fact, the word of God. One preacher put it this way, "The Bible is not a book that man could write if he would, or would write if he could."

I suppose it was not till my iPhone reached the very apex of its ascent, 30 feet or so above me, that I gave any thought to how this all really looked.

I stood before my church at the end of a Sunday morning service and, in my most solemn voice, said, "And now, I have a rather serious announcement to make."
Anyone who thinks that nature is kind and peaceful and an excellent example for humans has never owned and observed a bird feeder.

They were perfectly formed, these precious twins, and beautiful. Brother and sister.