I was recently speaking with a friend about our fathers. Like most conversations worth a damn, it was early in the morning and fueled by a couple pints of beer. My friend brought up a really solid point about my father that I’ve been thinking about ever since.
“I don’t believe in an interventionist God / But I know, darling, that you do / But if I did I would kneel down and ask him / Not to intervene when it came to you.”
The Charleston Museum's Annual Family Picnic invites families to the Dill Sanctuary for an afternoon of festivities. A Sunday well spent, even when kids sort of freak me out.
As the community continues to advocate on behalf of the future of Burke High School, it's important to draw on the lessons of past educational movements and their failings.
Instead of ranting on social media about prayer in schools or passing judgement on the beliefs of others, maybe it's time for so-called Christians to focus on the real issues.
Bring back the days when a duck was a duck. And lamb was a sheep and not a sheep in wolves' clothing. Now, as an avid food-label reader, I am learning that less is best!
