Musings

By Sean Dietrich The first concert I ever saw was the Oak Ridge Boys. I was 2 years old. Mama took me. I pooped my diaper while they were singing “Elvira.” My mother changed me at the foot of the stage as I was singing at the top of my...

By Victoria Ostrosky Some years ago, a small book was written entitled Hinds Feet on High Places by Hannah Hurnard.  It’s an allegory, and a beautiful one.  The main character’s name was Much Afraid, and she truly desired to know the Chief Shepherd better.  When He called her to go...

By Kirk McCarley, Imagine that in the journey of life you have a choice.  The choice is that you can be either “right,” or you can be “effective.”  The two are mutually exclusive, you may pick one or the other.  What would be your decision? Our nature is developed to be...

By Rick Moore, Not only was he the most beloved physician in town, he was also the president of the Mississippi County Woodworkers Association. After the death of his wife, Dr. Sullivan decided to retire and sell his practice. He had always been a very charitable person, but at this...

By Rick Moore The celebrated artist wanted to create one last masterpiece. He took a bucket of clay and placed some of it on the potter’s wheel. When he did, the lump of clay said, “What do you think you’re doing?” Though it was strange for the clay to talk...

By Kirk McCarley Power can intoxicate.  Our natural tendency is to crave it.  Those with the most wealth, best possessions, greatest attractiveness, loudest voice have it.  The others of us are left to clamor first for that proverbial seat at the table and then merely an opportunity to be heard. I...

By Victoria Ostrosky There are a dozen or so miracles of Jesus healing specific people recorded in the scriptures, but we know that Jesus healed many more as He traveled the towns and countryside.  The last verse in the Gospel of John says “Now there are also many other things...

By Sean Dietrich 10:40 P.M.—New Year’s Eve. Hank Williams is on my radio. My wife is sleeping in the passenger seat. My coonhound is in the backseat. To bring in the year, we’ve gone for a drive on county roads that weave along the Choctawhatchee Bay. There are no cars out. The...

By Pastor David Holland And while they were there, the time came for her baby to be born. She gave birth to her first child, a son. She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the...

By Sean Dietrich Christmas Eve night. The mountains of North Carolina were giant silhouettes in the darkness. Sheriff Andy Taylor sat on the bench outside the courthouse, watching the stars. It had been a hard year. Maybe the hardest of his career. The sheriff was downhearted, which didn’t happen often. But...