The hospital technician sat directly across from me armed with a needle to inject a radio-active substance into my veins in preparation for a thyroid scan. Before beginning her needlework, she asked for the date of my birth.
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On the 125th anniversary of the purchase of the property on which St. Edmund the Martyr Episcopal Church was built, Deacon Robert Vaughn shared the church’s history with the DeSoto County Historical Society. Church members hosted the Society’s luncheon meeting on Thursday in the “old church”…
Poets and preachers have long pointed out the similarities between the seasons of the year and of life. In effect, we’re all born in January and immediately start heading toward December. Along the way we’re initiated into life’s realities by the cold winds of winter, welcomed by the strikin…
He was a college student struggling with honest questions about life here and hereafter. His search had taken him away from the childhood beliefs instilled by his parents. Intriguing philosophical and cultic arguments appealed to his desire to be known to his supposed intellectual friends as…
Terrorism, mass killings, violence, hatred … what’s going on?
Nine words of thanksgiving written long ago from a lonely Roman prison cell might, if heeded, break down most of the barriers that divide families, hinder the growth of churches and separate friends.
The two letters on my desk are filled with encouragement, good news and evidence of a bright outlook.
Dr. Kay’s party, had delivered 14,000 babies
The hospital technician sat directly across from me armed with a needle to inject a radio-active substance into my veins in preparation for a thyroid scan. Before beginning her needlework, she asked for the date of my birth.
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On the 125th anniversary of the purchase of the property on which St. Edmund the Martyr Episcopal Church was built, Deacon Robert Vaughn shared the church’s history with the DeSoto County Historical Society. Church members hosted the Society’s luncheon meeting on Thursday in the “old church”…
Poets and preachers have long pointed out the similarities between the seasons of the year and of life. In effect, we’re all born in January and immediately start heading toward December. Along the way we’re initiated into life’s realities by the cold winds of winter, welcomed by the strikin…
He was a college student struggling with honest questions about life here and hereafter. His search had taken him away from the childhood beliefs instilled by his parents. Intriguing philosophical and cultic arguments appealed to his desire to be known to his supposed intellectual friends as…
Terrorism, mass killings, violence, hatred … what’s going on?
Nine words of thanksgiving written long ago from a lonely Roman prison cell might, if heeded, break down most of the barriers that divide families, hinder the growth of churches and separate friends.
The two letters on my desk are filled with encouragement, good news and evidence of a bright outlook.
Dr. Kay’s party, had delivered 14,000 babies
Recently many of us were riveted to our TVs as we watched the emotional battle for the Supreme Court unfold. We saw sadness as a woman told her painful story. And we saw the anger of a man defending his honor and his reputation.
