Woe for Woke Southern Baptists
Things continue to unravel at the Southern Baptist Convention (Hold your applause until the end, please).
Things continue to unravel at the Southern Baptist Convention (Hold your applause until the end, please).
In the fall of 1963, first-year Alabama Governor George C. Wallace, who already had national ambitions, was facing an image problem.
These were the beginnings of a blooming Southern “radical.” There was a mixture of emotions boiling inside me when reading The South Was Right. This was sort of like a boy learning that his dead father was not the monster portrayed by some disgruntled family member all his life. There was joy at learning that my ancestors were not the pigs I had been told they were. The very title of the Kennedys work emphasized not only that our Southern ancestors were not wrong, and not that they thought they were right — they were right. The South Was Right
I used to consider the practice of what is absurdly called “Daylight Saving Time” to be the premiere example of the gullibility of mankind. Then came the reaction to Covid (or, as we call it in Alabama, “The Rona”). Covid coyly told DST, “Hold my beer.” To borrow from Forrest Gump, I’m not a smart man. I do not claim to be a medical expert, or a scientist, or a physician. I believe the virus is a real thing. I consider myself neither a conspiracy theorist nor a coincidence theorist. But God did give me a brain, with which I...
In the fall of 2020, Donald Trump has taken much flak from the left for, in their estimation, his refusal to denounce “white supremacy” and the far right. The first time he ran for president, it was Trump making the same accusations in a losing effort.
I recently recounted to a friend how, in 2020 America, I feel as if I am living in a bizarre science-fiction novel. I am not sure how I got here.
God has ordained civil government as an institution of justice in our present world. He also instituted the church as a ministry of grace. The two were meant to compliment and support each other but, in our fallen world, there are times (increasingly in the United States) when they come into conflict and, ultimately, collide with each other.
Ah, twas Super Tuesday in Alabama, and since it has been raining for what seems like forty days and forty nights here, we swam to the polls.
“War means fighting, and fighting means killing.” — Nathan Bedford Forrest At the risk of being redundant, General Forrest could have added, “…and dying.” He also neglected the war profiteers, for whom he could have added, “…and an abundance of money and power for those not involved in the fighting, killing, and dying.” Whether one considers it just or not, every time the United States government intervenes militarily in the Middle East, there are many people in and around the District of Columbia who smile, pump their fists, and rub their hands together. For they know that our constant and never-ending presence in...
Christmas traditions abound at our home, and they are among the holiday hallmarks we come to cherish every December. Several of these traditions involve taking in movies that we only watch this time of year, but we insist on watching every year, just the same. A Christmas Carol, sometimes multiple versions of it, is a must-see.