• Tragedy on Bloomfield Road

    “Jesus Wept.”
    - John 11:35

    Nothing touches the heart as much as when you see a family, a very good family, lose their child.

    No matter how old that child may be, they will always be “their child” to that mom and dad.

    Last week Jan and Alan Haydon lost their son, Jordy, in a auto accident on Bloomfield Road.

    What can you do to relieve their grief at that moment?


  • God’s love at Christmas

    “The Lord is with you.”
    - Angel Gabriel to Mary

    The quote you see above was said by the Angel Gabriel to Mary announcing the coming of Jesus Christ. Mary was about to conceive a child without ever knowing man. God knew, as good a woman as Mary was, she would still need his help, his divine protection, for the road that was ahead of her.

    Divine protection.

  • Some final thoughts from Father Murray

    “Then they scoffed, He’s just the carpenter’s son”
    - Matthew Chapter 13, Verse 55

    Little did I realize when I wrote my story about Father Murray of St. Rose that he would die on the same day it appeared in The Sun.

    Somehow, I can’t help but feel that God, after watching him for 93 years, decided he wanted Father Murray to come home because ee missed him.

    Maybe God was feeling a little down lately, looking at the world as it is, and needed Father Murray to come cheer him up.

  • ‘Team’ gets it done

    Anyone involved with the construction of the new school — from district officials to the architects to the contractors — will tell you that the project has hit its share of snags, delays and headaches.

    There were serious questions as to whether the facility would be ready at any point this school year, but in the end, all sides came together to make sure Washington County High School students are going to  have the best experience possible when they return to school on Jan. 5.

  • The blessing of the hands

    “I don’t think he’s going to make it through the ceremony,” my daughter Madi predicted of her two year old son, Eli.  We were standing in the foyer of Ransdell Chapel for Madi’s Pinning Ceremony.

    She was graduating from Campbellsville University’s School of Nursing.

  • The richest man I know

    “The blessing of the Lord makes rich, and he adds no sorrow with it.”
    - Proverbs 10:22

    As a young man, I was always proud of my father.

    I have not equaled him in anything in my own eyes to this day.

    Long after he’s gone, I will continue to respect the life that he has lived.

    Yet, he has folks that he looked up to over this long 88 years, and counting.

    I know he deeply respects someone when I hear him say this simple sentence: “He’s a good man.”

  • Old man Potter comes to town

    “George, I am an old man, and most people hate me. But I don’t like them either, so that makes it all even.”
    - Mr. Henry F. Potter
    Bedford Falls

    Watch out kids!

    If you’re bad at Christmas you won’t get a lump of coal in your stockings. You’ll get old man Potter to come live with you.

    That Christmas classic, “It’s A Wonderful Life”, is coming to the Central Kentucky Community Theatre for the next couple of weekends, and you don’t want to miss it.

  • 3...2...1...blast off!

    Because I was born and raised in Los Angeles County, Calif., I’m used to some pretty horrible traffic. Usually, I would have to leave at least 30-45 minutes earlier than I would normally have to just to get somewhere on time.

    The habit stuck with me over the years, and even though the worst thing I have to worry about for traffic here is a tractor on the road, I still manage to leave 30-45 minutes earlier than I would normally have to.

  • A simple way to prep for Christmas

    The Bluegrass country around Lexington, not far from where I live in Lebanon, is home to some of the finest racehorses. It’s exciting to watch the horses bolt from the starting gate, and the sound of their hooves thunders across the track.

  • Who's the party for?

    It was our first foray into Christmas shopping, 2014, the day after Black Friday.

    I meandered aimlessly through the department store, my wife’s words echoing in my ears: “We’ll just stop for a few things after we take Mary to the airport. At least we’ll get some Christmas shopping started. Don’t worry. I want to get back early, too.”

    That was an hour a half ago, a passing moment for a shopper; an eternity for me.

    The truth is, she is a conflicted shopper: She loves to shop but doesn’t like to have to shop.