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In South Carolina, down along a branch of the old Dixie Highway, known as the Augusta Road, serenely shouldering the road is Lickville...

Words travel. And by this I mean to say spoken words do not just fall upon someone’s ears, but they also change meanings and can become...

“For we through the Spirit eagerly wait for the hope of righteousness by faith” (Galatians 5:5). With a wry smile, the old man looked at...

It took a while. Had circumstances meted a different outcome, The Masters golf tournament and Augusta National may have died as but a...

There was a time in my life when I took a boat to work. I traveled 45 minutes down the Intracoastal Waterway between Hilton Head Island...

It’s another routine morning. My alarm sounds at 5 a.m. I rise toward clarity. Prayer and devotion follow. The newspapers hit my steps at...

I am restless on this chilled fresh morning. Each attempt to settle and focus finds one more distraction claiming my attention. Thoughts...

Up on the mountain, on the Cumberland Plateau, one hour and fifteen minutes from this North Georgia Piedmont, a man can take a trailhead...

We called our group the “Elite.” The reason for the name is lost in my memory. The name afforded each member no special circumstance...

I can’t believe in a God that instructs to kill. Why Jerome, I think you just admitted there is a God. I thought you were an atheist....

Evident to me during my morning intercessory prayer, I was praying for a happy ending for those I prayed. A moment after, I felt this was...

I went to church this past Sunday. I heard a fine sermon on the essential truth Christ is of the substance of God, One with the Father....

“… that mind is the master weaver, both of the inner garment of character and the outer garment of circumstance, and that, as they may...

“Hardtack, I have not meant to ignore you. Our leader, Screwtape, demanded my presence for an update on an overall change in strategy...

“As the deer pants for the water brooks, so pants my soul for You, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come...

There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female, for we are all one in Christ Jesus...

Whenever we find that our religious life is making us feel that we are good — above all, that we are better than someone else — I think...

“Did you make good time?” I remember this question every time we arrived at Granny’s house on E. Montclair or at Uncle Allen’s farm on...

Leavings everywhere – leftover ham in the fridge, Chex mix scattered about, crumpled red and green wrapping, a gift forgotten, someone’s...

(Note to reader: Following is a Christmas meditation punctuated by verses from the original salvation song, Michael Row the Boat Ashore,...