Leaving Salem

I was fifteen-years old when the Martin Luther King, Jr. Holiday first became the law of the land. Having lived my entire childhood in Georgia, also Dr. King’s birthplace, I knew his story and heroics well. I also knew that he was often maligned – sometimes viciously so. When the first official King Day rolled…

I heard the story of a financial broker who took a vacation to Mexico. His outing carried him to a secluded fishing village on the country’s western coast. It was a place of peace and tranquility. Strolling on the beach one afternoon, he saw a fisherman coming in to port. This fisherman had caught one…

John Steele was my first principal. Broad-shouldered and tall, he was the kind of man you might see in football pads on Sunday afternoon, not one walking the hallways of an elementary school. To go with his massive frame, he had a thunderous voice and a tight little Zorro-style moustache. Long, curly black locks flowing…

Maybe faith is a lot like your personal computer. Is that a stretch? Well, think about it. No one really thinks about their computer until it stops working. Faith isn’t much different. I spent some time once with a young lady who was convinced God was going to heal her of a serious sickness. She…

By Chris Johnson, Director of Communications, The Fuller Center for Housing There are many religious writers out there who can preach to you, often preaching down to you.But there aren’t many writers like Ronnie McBrayer who merely show you windows to new ways of thinking as a Christian. Well, that’s not entirely true. Most of…

Artie Whitfield Bearden. My maternal grandmother was a woman like no other I have known. She died four years ago this weekend, New Year’s Day, 2003. She owned very little; a smattering of furniture; her clothing; a few gardening tools. When her “estate” was liquidated, she had less than $500 to her name. Some of…

Sometimes, rather than being the one behind the pulpit, I get a chance  to listen to someone else wax eloquently about God, life, grace and faith. Not long ago, anticipating a treat, I sat in on a talk by a prominent Christian speaker. This gentleman leads two different Christian organizations. He has worked in church…

On Saturday, December 17, 1927, the crew of the Navy submarine S-4 was trolling beneath the waters of Cape Cod Bay. They were engaged in routine testing of their vessel. The Coast Guard Cutter Paulding was traveling across the surface doing the same. The vessels never saw each another. The submarine broke the surface just…

“I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart.” So goes the children’s tune I first learned in a Sunday School class more than thirty years ago. “It’s down in my heart to stay,” the familiar refrain ends. But joy, leaking out of these fractured human containers, has a way of escaping. The…

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.” So the angels sang on Nativity’s morning. Peace on earth? We haven’t seen much of that. In the course of written human history, there have been nearly 15,000 recorded wars and less than two centuries of peace. Modern, civilized times have…

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