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Columns

  • The land of misfit moments

    She seemed at ease with her cage, the barbed wire and tall fences surrounding the women’s prison.
    I felt relaxed, too.
    Maybe I should have been more nervous, sitting across from a convicted first-degree murderer.
    On that crisp November day, however, I was more worried about my frozen fingertips, hanging onto that scribbling pencil for dear life.
    It’s hard to translate someone’s life story burning in your ears when your numb hands refuse to cooperate.

  • It’s harvest time, so spray carefully

    It’s time to put the garden into high gear. I’m guessing the canners are jiggling and freezers are filling.
    Those of us living in the country may have noticed the increase in noise outside. The insects are so loud you almost want to shush them. That’s the sign that all the bugs are out. It’s happy hour in the garden. They know that it’s prime time for good eats.
    Your plants should be loaded by now and it’s a tough time to treat for pests. There are a variety of methods to protect your food.

  • Thompson’s shallow analysis on church buildings misses point

    I wish to respond to Jess Thompson’s column from last week in which he sharply criticized nearly every local church for having buildings which he deemed excessive in their size or cost.  He described them as “mega buildings.”  By any commonly accepted definition there are no mega churches in Anderson County.  And, even if there were, that would not necessarily be a bad thing.  A mega church is given the opportunity to do mega ministry.  

  • Backpack Buddies needs community’s support

    Did you know that 47 percent or approximately 3,800 Anderson County children receive free or reduced school meals? Did you ever wonder what those children eat on the weekends?
    We do. We are Anderson County Backpack Buddies, a tax-exempt, non-profit organization that helps feed those children on the weekends.

  • The myth of the slippery slope

    I don’t believe in the slippery slope.
    You know, that metaphorical downward hill of depravity everyone talks about.
    I basically put it in the same category as the bogeyman. Or unicorns.
    I consider myself a pretty respectful and responsible person. I pay my taxes. I give change to the Salvation Army at Christmastime. I refrain from taking candy from small children, or kicking cute puppies.
    Imagine my astonishment when I learn that my generation’s sliding down the slope’s shifting sands of immorality.  

  • Focus on spreading the gospel, not building mega churches

    Here is an interesting thought: Why is it that around every corner from Ninevah to Stringtown from North Anderson to South Anderson there are church buildings?
     When I say buildings, I mean mega, multimillion dollar church buildings.  Some right on top of one another.  Best selling author David Platt in his book, Radical Together, says, “Why would we spend an inordinate amount of our resources on something that is never prescribed or even encouraged in the New Testament?

  • Now it’s time to harvest the fruits of labor

    I can’t believe it’s the end of July.
    I have noticed that it’s getting light later in the mornings and that’s my reminder that the season is passing, however slowly. I took the time one morning last week to spend a few glorious minutes just sitting on the porch, listening to Mother Nature. It was incredible.

  • Debunking climate change and Obama’s debt ceiling scare tactics

    It’s hard to believe we’re halfway through summer.
    I’ve enjoyed the opportunity to visit with many of you at school sporting events, graduation ceremonies, county fairs, local festivals and Chamber of Commerce events.
    I appreciate this opportunity to share my thoughts on issues so many have recently mentioned by e-mail, phone and/or in person. Please don’t hesitate to contact me with questions, concerns and speaking requests. I’ll make every effort to accommodate your groups’ wishes.

  • Worshipping the tomato

    I joined a church.
    The holy order of the worship of the summertime tomato.
    I’m the official acolyte, but I suspect I’m not the only devotee.
    To think, just last summer, I was an unbeliever.
    I hated tomatoes.
    No matter what state I lived in or what chaos invaded my life, my dislike would remain constant. Nothing could change my hatred for the watery, weakly acidic flesh that was the tomato.
    Until I discovered the Farmer’s Market.

  • Snip, can way to year-round veggies

    Well, the mercury is rising again and with the exception of the high electric bill, I’m enjoying it.
    Remember a deep red sunset usually indicates prolonged good weather. A deep red sky in the morning usually means rain is on the way.
    The garden is simply loving this weather.  High temperatures and an inch (or more) of rain a week is perfect. The canning and preserving books are flying out the door at the library. Those of you new to bumper harvests may need a little help.