A few years ago, someone who worked with my wife (when she was employed as the principal at South Elementary School), who was a frequent reader of my column, asked her this question: “Where does your husband get the ideas to write so many articles?”
I undoubtedly possess a greater desire to write the information contained in my column today than I have perhaps felt about any other topic that I have ever presented.
In my column today, I want to share with you an amazing account of a continual narrative of my life that started nearly fifty-four years ago in the summer of 1965.
The following letters were sent to me from Sherman Davis and Leonard Jacobs (not their real names) respectively.
We are living in a culture and time when bad and negative news vastly outweigh and overshadow good and positive news.
The season of spring officially started on March 20, 2019. Calendar-wise, we have been into the spring season for ten days.
To be honest about it, this article that you are reading today had its genesis over sixty-seven years ago, when yours truly was conceived and born in the year of 1951.
Recently, at a special session of the United Methodist Church’s General Conference (that convened in St. Louis, Missouri), an attempt was made to lift the denomination’s band on same-sex marriage and LGBT clergy.