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Columns

  • A letter to Natalie

    Dear Natalie,
    I just wanted to introduce myself to you and set the ground rules for our new relationship. You may only be a month old, but I figure it’s never too early to get things off on the right foot.

    First off, I am your Grandpaw. I have staked out that name. It’s mine.

    You can call your other grandfather whatever you like except Grandpaw. I have a few suggestions, such as Gramps, Grandad, Granddaddy, grand pappy, Granpop or Bobo.

    But remember, I am your one and only Grandpaw.

  • The victory of staying with it

    The year was 1965. We — my mother, dad, and older brother, Mark — had just finished supper.

    That’s when Eric called to speak to Mark.

  • Capitalism vs. Government

    Capitalism without bankruptcy is like Christianity without hell.
    - Unknown Author

    I hold three college degrees, including a Master of Business Administration. My specialty is accounting, with 25 years of experience in the area. I’ve worked for the government, a non-profit, and for the past 20 years at a manufacturing company.

  • All alone

    You know, it’s a really crazy, fast-paced world we live in. It’s so fast paced that we frequently get on each other’s nerves, and the resulting stress makes you just want to run away.

    You ever feel that way?

    You ever wish you could be on some deserted island or off in some faraway mountains? Go where no one was and you had nothing you had to do? If so, then you might enjoy a couple of stories I have, and the answer might be surprising.

  • How long until Easter?

    He was sitting on the front pew, crumpled over in a heap, like one of those college basketball players writhing on the court because his team has just lost a game in the Final Four.

    Only this young man had not just lost a game. He had lost his mother. She had been killed in a car accident that morning as she drove to church — the church I pastor.

    I knew her well; a good, godly woman.

  • Behind enemy lines

    As was the case for any UK fan, my weekend was filled with a roller-coaster of emotions, from desperation to worry to unmatched joy. The NCAA tournament games on Friday and Sunday were nothing more than two-hour heart attacks, and I can’t take much more of it.

    In what was clearly an effort to wrack my own nerves to an irreparable level, I even decided to head to Louisville to watch the games with friends.

    But there’s more.

  • Sing a song of happiness

    “The sun is finally out, the weather is warming up, I’m definitely heading home and putting on my Beach Boy records,” a friend once told me one bright, sun-shiny spring day, back when people still played records.

    I now know why she was thinking about those good vibrations: We tend to invoke music that parallels the circumstances of our lives.

  • Then I’ll be happy

    ‘Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be.’
    - Abraham Lincoln

    Probably one of the greatest traps that I ever fell into as a young man was deciding that I would be happy if and when some predetermined event took place in the future. I would think “If this happens, then I’ll be happy. If that happens, then I’ll be happy.

    People do this all the time.

  • Newspapers let the sun shine light on government

    There’s a lot of information out there, and you have the right to almost all of it, especially when it comes to your government.

    This week is Sunshine Week in the news industry, and it’s a time to recognize the importance of letting light shine on open government and freedom of information, thus the name.

    We are often asked why we publish some things in our paper, like property transfers, food service inspections and other items of public record. The answer is an easy one; you have the right to know.

  • The Bible’s message is not just in words

    If you were to insist that what makes the Bible a special book is not its outward appearance—whether it’s bound in leather or cloth, colored bright pink or plain brown — but what’s inside — its message, meaning, and purpose, I would heartily agree.

    But then again, the very presence of the Good Book can not only speak to the soul, it can even save a life.