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Columns

  • Stories from the baptistery

    Connor rocked back and forth on his heels, biting his lip as his eyes darted back and forth, scanning my office.

    It was his baptism day.

    “It’s OK to be nervous,” I said, trying to put him at ease as he left my office with his parents on the way to the baptistery.

    His father had warned me earlier that Connor was anxious about being baptized.

    “He’s worried that you’re going to ask him a lot of questions,” his dad had grinned.

  • Seeking advice

    Years ago, I was having my uncle, Jimmie Carrico, build an addition on to my house. Uncle Jimmie is a true craftsman who can construct most anything that involves wood, concrete or running heavy construction equipment.

    I, on the other hand, couldn’t hammer a nail straight into a 2x4 even if my life depended on it. As we were talking about what I wanted done, Uncle Jimmie kept politely saying, “Now, if I was you, I would do this” and “If I was you, I would do that.”

  • ‘I’m not sports’

    By Brooke Coulter

    My four-year-old, Cate, tells me, “I’m not sports” and she gets this very honestly not from her father, whom will play anything that involves a ball, but from me.  Growing up, I was always taller and not athletic. I would often get frustrated by the never-ending question, “Do you play basketball?” to which my answer would always be “no” in an annoyed tone.

  • How about some accountability?

    Something that’s been hard to miss in the national media recently, particularly if you follow sports media, is what has been unfolding in the aftermath of star NFL running back Ray Rice’s suspension.

  • All the world’s a stage

    “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts.”
    - William Shakespeare

    Community theater production seems to really have taken off here in central Kentucky. Washington County’s theater group is now joined by live theater in all of the surrounding counties, as well.

  • Look into my father-in-law’s eyes

    The eyes that once danced with life — eyes that could focus with the intensity of an eagle after its prey or love with the affection of a mother for her baby — now stare blankly at nothing, emotionless. I peer into those eyes, hoping for something: maybe the reboot of a soul, the reemergence of then into now, the return of the Old George I miss so much.

  • Class field trips

    A lot has changed concerning grade school since I last darkened those doors.  

    Take class field trips for instance. We never had them. Young students now are always going somewhere with a pack of parents in tow to watch over them.  

    Normally, my wife does this for our family, but one time, she had a previous engagement that prevented her from going on a pre-school class field trip. She didn’t feel comfortable without a responsible adult from our family participating. She couldn’t find a responsible adult, so I was drafted.

  • The care, feeding and discipline of children

    “Children nowadays are tyrants. They contradict their parents, gobble their food and tyrannize their teachers.”
    - Socrates  (died 399 BC)

     
    I’m philosophically opposed to engaging in debate with the younger generation when it comes to standards of morals and behavior.

    Does that make sense?  No?

  • Singing for Christmas in July

    My wife occasionally bursts into song when it’s just the two of us at home.

    “You have a really good voice,” I compliment her. “You should be singing in the choir.”

    She disagrees: “My voice isn’t that good. Remember, I didn’t even make the varsity choir in high school.”

    I think she’s improved.

    I heard her again the other day.  She had the pitch and the tune down pat, but something was just not right.

  • A mother's advice on marriage

    “God could not be everywhere and therefore He made mothers.”
    - Jewish proverb

    All mothers want to help their children, even if that child is not her own. I found that to be true one day about twenty years ago.

    My wife and I were shopping in Elizabethtown with our then two kids.