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Dirt bags, losers and miracles

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I went to drug court a couple of weeks ago. The first time I attended the Coweta County Drug Court was almost two and a half years ago. Someone that I have known for a long time got involved with drugs and, as it almost always does, that choice eventually led to an arrest.

In Coweta County, innovative thinkers decided that, if people who have fallen prey to the dangers and ravages of drugs could be helped and restored to society as responsible individuals, it would be a positive benefit for the individual, the judicial system, and the community. Read More»

Six years today

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Today is Saturday, Nov. 16, 2013. Six years ago tonight, I was consecrated as a bishop in my denomination. It was one of the saddest days in my over 40-year career. Like a soldier promoted in combat due to the death or wounding of a superior NCO or officer, that is how I came to the office of bishop. Read More»

Receiving criticism

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When I was a younger man, just beginning my ministry, an older gentleman took me under his wing and gave me a warning and some advice. He said, “The profession you are entering means that you are going to receive more criticism than you can possibly imagine.” That was the warning.

The truth is that I had no idea what I was getting into. I didn’t attend church on a regular basis until the summer of my 15th year and, even then, I attended alone, either walking or hitching a ride to the church a couple of miles away. Read More»

What if?

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A few days ago, a gentleman who is a leader in our church, Richard Thompson, came to the church office.

He dropped off something for someone in our congregation and then, after some conversation, he shared that he had seen an interesting question on a sign somewhere.

The question was: “What if, when you woke up tomorrow, the only things you had in your life were those things for which you gave thanks on the previous day?”

I have to confess, it was a question that caught me off guard and led to some serious pondering. Read More»

The Game of the Century

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It was a cold Friday night in November. Two high school teams were about to take the field in the last regular game of the season.

One of the teams had experienced a terribly disappointing year. During their first nine games, they had suffered defeat in eight of them. Their only win came over a team that had a worse record than they did.

The opposing team was play-off bound and had a history of being a formidable team.

Thus did the McIntosh Chiefs (1-8-0) of Peachtree City host the Newnan Cougars (6-3-0). The year was 1989. Read More»

Celebrating the Marine Corps

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I attended my first Marine Corps Ball in 1971. I was newly married, had an argument with my wife at the ball, and stalked over to the bar and swigged, from the bottle, a healthy swallow of Old Crow. As my eyes bugged out and my breath left me, the barkeep said, “Betcha don’t do that again.” He was right. Never drink in anger. Read More»

Gang warfare in Congress

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Throughout the nation’s history, gangs fighting over territory, income sources, pride, or whatever, have unleashed blood and fear on an innocent public.

From the St. Valentine’s Massacre of the early 20th century, to the Bloods and Crips conflicts of out West, to the motorcycle clubs who war against each other, innocent people are often caught in the crossfire and pay the price for the gangs’ activities.

In places where such mayhem occurs, decent people wring their hands and wonder why somebody doesn’t do something. Read More»

Pastor Appreciation Month

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The month of October is “Pastor Appreciation Month.” I have no idea where the concept originated, and I haven’t thought about it in a long time.

I remember back in the day, when I served as a pastor in another denomination, the person overseeing the churches in my state sent notice that I was to submit the names, addresses, and phone numbers of church board members to his office. I thought it was a bit odd but, as always, I complied. Read More»

a.k.a. “Youngblood”

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I met Rodney Bradberry about a year ago when he began to look into the Iron Order MC, the largest law-abiding MC in the world. A new chapter, the Iron Fist Chapter, had been formed in Newnan a year earlier, a chapter with which I and two of my sons are affiliated, and Rodney was interested. The first thing one noticed about Rodney was his ever-present smile.

He began what is called the hang-around phase in which there are no dues, no expectations, and no responsibilities. Read More»

T levels

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I was minding my own business the other night and reading a book. My wife was doing the same — or so I thought. She looked up and said, “Honey, guess what I just read?”

“What?” I replied.

“It says here that men who are 60 have the same testosterone level as a 9-year-old boy.” And then she smiled.

I am 62. Now why would she tell me that? And then why would she crack a deliberately wicked grin? Read More»

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