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Chickens in the ’hood

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The other morning, as I was sitting on my front porch in a rocking chair enjoying a cup of coffee before I left for work, I thought I heard a “clucking” sound. I stopped rocking and listened a bit more intensely. Yep, there it was. I was hearing the sound of chickens from a house near mine. Read More»

Cop bashing

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From time to time people will write into the local newspapers and express their disapproval of the local law enforcement personnel. Usually, almost without fail, these complainers have been issued a ticket, most often for speeding. Most of the time they even admit that they did the crime but are howling mightily because they don’t want to do the fine. Read More»

Bluegills

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The “bluegill” (or, if you prefer, the Lepomis macrochirus) is a species of freshwater fish sometimes referred to as bream, brim, or copper nose.

It is a member of the sunfish family Centrarchidae of the order Perciformes. Lepomis, in Greek, means “scaled gill cover” and macrochirus means large hand, which may be a reference to its body shape. A defining characteristic of the bluegill is the bright blue edging visible on its gill rakers. Read More»

Protected rights

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It is the July 4th weekend and, all across America, people are celebrating the nation’s birthday.

They do so at a time when many are deeply concerned that a number of the freedoms guaranteed in the Bill of Rights (which admittedly has nothing to do with the Declaration of Independence but everything to do with the freedoms we enjoy) are under attack. Read More»

A die-in and obscene gestures

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My denomination, the Charismatic Episcopal Church, is pro-life. We are unashamedly and unapologetically a denomination that believes in the sacredness of life. To us, the pro-life issue is not a political issue but a biblical and moral issue. That strongly held belief permeates all of our churches throughout the world. If that position is unpopular and counter-cultural, then so be it. With over 60,000,000 abortions worldwide each and every year, we believe we cannot stand idly by and keep silent. Read More»

30 years a Georgian

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During June 1983, my family moved to Georgia. We came here from Grand Junction, Colo., where we spent two and a half years while I served as an assistant minister at a large church.

Prior to that, with the exception of service in the Marine Corps, we were in Tennessee. I was born a Tennessean. My wife was born in Cheyenne, Wyo., but only spent nine days there before her family moved to Tennessee. My two older sons were born in Tennessee while the youngest was born in Colorado. Read More»

Two flags

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I visited my parents’ graves a few months back. Dad, William E. Epps, Jr. (“Bill” to his friends and “Junior” to his siblings), died in 1996, and Mom (Thelma Kathleen Luster Epps) followed him about six years later. Dad served in the United States Navy during the waning days of World War II and his service is indicated on his marker at Oak Hill Memorial Park.

A few years ago, I started taking an American flag with me when I visited the graves and placing it on Dad’s grave. It was my way of continuing to demonstrate honor to my father. Read More»

Why I didn’t study

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This is a confession, of sorts, one of which I am not proud.

All through elementary school and through most of junior high, I was an A and B (mostly A) student. Beginning in the 9th grade, the grades began to slip — well, “plummet” would be a better word.

My coaches, teachers, and, especially, my parents converged on me from all sides demanding to know what was wrong with me. If drugs had been around at the time, I’m sure they would have suspected that I was doing drugs. They would have been wrong. Read More»

Reflecting upon high school

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Across the country, thousands of schools have experienced the graduation of millions of high school seniors. As I attended a graduation this spring, I thought back to my alma mater, Dobyns-Bennett High School in Kingsport, Tenn. Sometimes, people will ask, “If you could go back to high school, would you do anything differently?” My answer is, “You betcha!”

So, for the benefit and amusement of those who will be entering or returning to high school this fall, I offer the following musings about what I would do differently: Read More»

Tori

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I come from a long line of males. If my memory serves me correctly, my dad was the eldest of six brothers complemented by two sisters. My father and mother had two sons. My wife and I brought three sons into the world. It was, with great anticipation, that my wife and I were awaiting the arrival of our first grandchild — a girl! Finally!

On a cold January day, Victoria Sabrina Epps was born and, shortly after her birth, my son brought her to me and placed her in my arms. As I looked at her, smiling and drooling (her, not me), two thoughts came to mind. Read More»