Often, the little worries surprise us the most, arriving like special operation forces, attacking us in the middle of the night. None of them by themselves pose an ominous threat. It’s not like the Huns are pounding on the city gate, threatening to destroy civilization as we know it. But one by one, they mount …
The living can bring back the dead. Seventy-eight-year-old Barney Tharp of Lebanon, Ky., is proof. When he was barely 21, Tharp was wading through a rice paddy field in the Mekong Valley of Vietnam. Having been selected by Uncle Sam’s draft, Tharp, no “Fortunate Son,” dutifully complied, and when the band played “Hail to the …
“What’s his name?” I asked Paul. “I can’t remember,” he answered. My college roommate, Paul Oglesby, and I were looking at a group photo from our fraternity forty-six years ago. “I can’t believe you remember as many as you do,” Lori and Alix (Paul’s wife) said almost in unison. For years, I wondered what had …
I may have picked up the card years ago in the “Humorous” section of Mother’s Day cards, one with the teaser on the outside, “What’s the Best Way to Remember Mother’s Day?” And if you’re the least bit curious, you open it, where you read, “Forget it once,” on the left ( with a laughing …
“Hey Whitlock, there’s a lady on campus who will walk right up to you and ask if you are ‘confessed up,’” one of my friends said, amused at the reported spectacle. We were students at Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary in 1980. It’s an excellent question we could all ask ourselves, even if not a Christian. …