Early this morning, while it was still very dark, I went running. There is not much unusual about that. Most mornings I put on a pair of beat-up shoes and leave my neighborhood and run in and through and out of one subdivision after another. The only thing I have to...

The poet Qoheleth tells us there is a season for everything and a time for every matter under heaven. Fear or anxiety did not make the list in Ecclesiastes chapter three, but wisdom and science confirms that fear has its’ time, its’ season. For the last several...

Hanging on a wall in my office is a piece of paper that today is 32 years old. It is weathered a bit from three decades or so of sunshine and the signatures on it are faded. For that matter, some of those who signed it have faded from this world and entered the next....

I am one of those rare ministerial types that does not play golf – never, not once! Nor am I much of a sports fan at all. My limited attention span often gets in the way of sitting through an entire game of anything without succumbing to boredom.   What gets me...

Let me tell you about Annie. Annie was one of seven sisters picked up from a shelter by the rescue organization “You Lucky Dog.” Part boxer, part pit-bull, part something-or-another, we met Annie when she was just a couple of months old at our local farmer’s market on...

It was a year ago today when our family experienced the tragic death of my nephew Gregory Scott DeLoach, son of my brother David and sister-in-law Stephanie. He was named after my other brother Scott and me and he would have been 24 in a couple of weeks.  His passing...

My first church job was the summer of 1985. I was 19 and was hired by my home church in Eatonton to work as in intern with the youth and children’s ministry. I remember that I felt a bit guilty receiving a check from my church, and for the life of me I cannot remember...

Walking onto the University campus I listened to birds deep in song as the morning emerged from dark night; the sky not quite light and not quite dark. Rounding the corner to the building where my office is located stands one bright tree - a tulip tree full of blossom...

For the Holsteins, Brown Swiss and Jerseys of DeLoach and Sons Dairy, troughs came in all sizes – from concrete cribs to barrels cut in half. There were many muddy December days as a kid that I spent pouring out sacks of grain into these makeshift containers as hungry...

8448 - Oh, how well I remember that number. As a boy in our rural county those were the only four numbers I needed to remember to call home. It was an era of “party lines” and rotary dials and for over fifty years those last four digits helped keep me connected to...