As a professor and advisor at Armstrong, students often come into my office struggling with a variety of academic and life problems. On many occasions, it is the student's dating life that is most confusing to them when considering their future.
The 135th annual convention of the Sunday School Association of Effingham County will be held May 4 at 10 a.m. with participating Sunday schools ready to march under the tabernacle at 9:45 a.m. The convention will be held again at the historic Effingham County Methodist Campground.
Turkey Branch United Methodist Church in Springfield will hold revival May 4-7.
You know the experience.
Everyone loves Christmas. Trees, lights, presents, songs, parties, and meals make Christmas a very special time every winter. But for Christians, Christmas is really only significant in light of Easter. The manger reflects its glory only in the witness of the empty tomb.
It's a good bet that church pews will be more packed than usual these next two Sundays. Local congregants and pastors will likely struggle to remember the names of those who come to pray and sing next to them on Palm Sunday and Easter Day. Once again, it is time for the CEO ("Christmas and Easter Only") crowd to emerge. My perspective on such folks is perhaps unique, stemming from a conversation I had years ago.
Among the many revelations I've had over the past decade in my ministerial experiences in Effingham County are the following truths: (1) there are many people with real needs in our community, and (2) I am incapable of discerning exactly who they are.
In Christianity, hell is often characterized as a realm in which God or love is completely absent. The great Russian writer Fyodor Dostoyevsky may not have been far off when he said, "I am convinced that the only hell which exists is the inability to love."
As my wife and I close in on 30 years of marriage, I suppose we will naturally look back and thank God for His care in our life together.
Can't you imagine the following conversation with a local youngster?
A few months ago, my teenage son Alex was competing in a national weightlifting competition outside St. Louis. The morning of his competition, I decided to forego the predictable hotel breakfast for fresh-cooked food at an omelet joint within walking distance.
Jamie Coots, pastor of a Middlesboro, Ky., church, died recently following a worship service in which he was handling snakes. I'll give you three guesses on the cause of his death.
By now, you have seen many articles, news reports and columns about the passing of Jeffrey Rollins, the beloved pastor of Springfield Baptist Church for 25 years. And if you knew Pastor Jeff, you certainly understood the adjectives used to describe him - caring, selfless, loving, gracious, encouraging, giving and supportive. Many have added that they feel privileged to have known Jeff.
It was a good question.
On Friday evening, Jan. 24, I was walking into Strickland Funeral Home in Springfield when I met my colleague Pastor Bob Rogers from First Baptist Church of Rincon walking out. We exchanged pleasantries, as we always did, and then parted. I remember thinking as I walked into Strickland's, "Bob doesn't look so great. I wonder if he's OK." I regret not turning back around and asking him exactly that.
This morning, as I was getting off I-95 at the Abercorn Extension exit, I came across a person asking for a handout. You can call them panhandlers or street people, I suppose; the Bible just calls them beggars.
This past week I spoke with a friend about encountering failure. His business was going south, and I reminded him of the many people who were able to use failure in a positive way, indeed some that would tell you their later success was precisely due to their experience of failure.
Recently, a little boy met Pope Francis and told him that he was sad over his dog dying. The father of the Roman Catholic Church reportedly told the boy that his companion will be waiting for him in heaven.
It's interesting, isn't it, how history repeats itself? Often, the similarities are not only remarkable but also ironic.
About the time you read this, hundreds will be assembling to pay tribute to the life of longtime Springfield dentist and friend to all, Dr. Donald Nelson.
You may have heard Paul Harvey's modern day parable of the Christmas story, which was first broadcast in 1965. The first time I heard the story, I was a little boy driving around in our family's station wagon with my father. I recall that this simple yet profound story made a big impact on me. Perhaps you might share this parable, which is aired every year at 12 noon on Christmas Day on stations that run Paul Harvey's program, with others.
First Baptist Church of Rincon and Springfield are coming together to perform "The Nativity" Symphony at the historic Mars Theatre.
Author Harriet Richie relates an incident in her family's life that revealed to her the true nature of Christmas: Following their church's Christmas Eve service, Harriet's family decided to stop somewhere for a late-night breakfast. The only place open that late on Christmas Eve was a truck stop off the nearby interstate.
Do you want to do something this Christmas season that is just plain old-fashioned family building and fun? Sit down all together and watch "It's a Wonderful Life."
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