Musings

By Sean Dietrich We had a major potato salad crisis at our Fourth-of-July barbecue. Someone forgot to designate a family member to be the official “bringer of potato salad.” So everyone took it upon themselves to bring potato salad. We had 2,927 varieties. There are few things more American than a...

By Rick Moore After traveling to the far south-east of the Caribbean, we flew to the island of Tobago to see the GOAT. Some say Michael Jordan is the GOAT (Greatest Of All Time). Some say Tom Brady is the GOAT. Some say Elvis Presley is the GOAT. However, we...

By Sean Dietrich Nineteen kids came romping up the golden staircase, taking two steps at a time, sprinting toward the mother-of-pearl gates. It’s a wonder they didn’t knock Saint Peter over onto his Blessed Assurance. The children all smelled like little-kid sweat and stinky feet. Their loud footsteps could be heard...

Happy Father’s Day to my brother. I know he’s not my father, but when my father passed away, my brother took on the role of taking care of me. He was there for me to lean on. He taught me how to drive. Walked me down the aisle when...

By Pastor David Holland And John, departing from them, returned to Jerusalem. Acts 13:13 (NIV) “Look Mom, there’s a naked boy running through the garden,” My mind imagines a girl saying as she observes John Mark running for his life. Mark 14:50-52 paints the picture, “Then all his disciples deserted him...

By Pastor David Holland What would you do if God came to your church? How would you act if He came with all His r and sat in the middle row? Most Christians assume He is there every time they go to church. Indeed, Christ promised He would be with...

By Victoria Ostrosky Swede, a character in one of my favorite books, Peace Like a River by Leif Enger, says this about miracles: No miracle happens without a witness. To me, that’s an intriguing statement. We experience God’s creation every day at sunrise and sunset. Some people like to call...

By Sean Dietrich Nobody knows when it started. But it did. The first jar of pickles to appear on Aunt Bee’s grave in Siler City, North Carolina, showed up in 1989, the year she died. Legend states that the pickles were probably homemade. Although some claim they were store pickles. Since...

By Victoria Ostrosky Some of us have a word of the year – mine is ‘moderation’; but, this year I also have a phrase of the year that grabbed me recently on the Road to Redemption podcast, an interview with Dr. Mike. Here it is: The more you listen to...

By Pastor David Holland Hell stunk of sulfur that day. The essence of rotting eggs wafted through the dark air of Hades as demons and all manner of horrific creatures poked and prodded the new arrival. Fresh meat to taunt gave them a sick pleasure. Laughing and kicking the corpse...