I am going to share with you a synoptic saga of the most important and influential man that the Almighty (in His providence) set in my life – second only to Jesus Christ.
In my column recently, I shared with you a few of my most unforgettable moments and memories. I felt it necessary to reprint some that I have shared before for those who did not get a chance to read them.
It is both an honor and a challenge to write something about someone who has spent so much of his time and talent in a sacrificial and selfless endeavor to cite, commend, and honor others.
Perhaps most of us are aware of the unfolding drama that came to a head on last Wednesday, when a jury found a white female police officer, Amber Guyger, guilty of fatally shooting Botham Jean, a black man, a year ago in his own apartment as he ate a bowl of ice cream.
Since October has been designated as the official Pastor’s Appreciation Month, I deem it relevant and timely to address the issue of pastors in my column today.
I am composing (this article that you are reading today) from Rome, Italy.
I want to share something today that will require next week’s edition of my column to complete.
For quite some time now, I have wrestled with the idea of doing a piece on the 2nd Amendment.
I had about two more hours of sleep time left to complete on this early Saturday morning.
When the idea for this edition of my column originally came into my mind, I first wanted to name it in honor of my great-grandma who raised my mother (when she was only around twelve years old) after her mother passed away.