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.
The idea for this article that you are reading today came to me a few nights ago while riding in my car.
In just a few days, children in our locale who attend kindergarten — 12th grade will be returning to school.