It is my understanding that some in Texas want to enact a bill that would do the same thing as the controversial one in Arizona would have done.
On the first day of the Thin Line film and music festival, I joined a packed crowd to watch When We Were All Broncos, a documentary about the end of segregation in Denton.
Imagine this scenario: You and your family are, as are most people in the U.S., what is called “asset poor.” That is, if family income suddenly disappeared, you would have inadequate reserve cash to live even at the poverty level for three months ($1,962.50 per month for a family of four) and stay current with your “must-pay” bills.
Over Christmas, I saw Philomena, a well-done movie of evil masquerading as holiness, misguided good intentions, the need for closure, the temptation for revenge and the freedom of forgiveness.
I wrote this column last year and it turned out to be a huge hit on my blog, so I decided to run it again this year.
We all know what happened last weekend. Everything shut down. By Saturday morning, clergy were worriedly conversing with one another. Most of us have never canceled a church service before. We show up no matter what.
After months of anticipation, we have had the “reveal” at Krum First United Methodist Church. The Rev. Jessica Wright has been appointed to serve as the next pastor, starting Jan. 1, immediately following my retirement. There is much rejoicing here.
Holiday advice flows from every communication source, mostly on how to deal with too much forced togetherness of relatives and the stress of the next few weeks. And every year I ask, “If this is supposed to be such a fun time, why are we all so stressed?”
When the Gospel of Luke describes Jesus first entering the public sphere, a pivotal scene takes place. Jesus, having been baptized and then successfully resisted the greatest of temptations in his most vulnerable of moments, joins other worshippers on the Sabbath day. They know him only as the son of the carpenter, Joseph.
The No. 1 thing is: Don’t send your used shoes. Compassionate people who see tough and tragic situations are filled with a desire to do something, anything, to relieve suffering. So we ask, “How can I help?”
I was there. I saw him that fateful day, Nov. 22, 1963, in downtown Dallas. I, and a group of maybe fifteen 13- and 14-year-olds from J.L. Long Junior High, no chaperone, or other adult presence. Parents had freely given permission for us to walk a half-mile to the nearest bus stop, catch the bus to downtown, make our way among the city streets, find a spot on the curb, and watch the presidential cavalcade.
The words to a Simon and Garfunkel song from my youth have been reverberating in my brain all week. Remember this?
OK, so this German Roman Catholic bishop, Franz-Peter Tebartz-van Elst, spends the equivalent of about $43 million on his residential compound.
A certain man, lifelong student of sacred texts, faithful in religious obligations, admired for doing good deeds and giving favors to those in his friendship circles, found politics fascinating. He had made decisions on political stances based on his understandings of the sacred texts he studied.
Twice last week, I was asked about the “best Bible translation” to read to understand as closely as possible what was in the original texts. My answer is not particularly satisfactory, but it is the best I have.
I was well into a beautifully researched, cogently argued, exquisitely written article about how difficult it is to survive on the minimum wage.
Aprivileged peek into the mind of one with autism: that’s what I experienced when I read the book review of The Reason I Jump by Naoki Higashida.
A church member just phoned. His son serves on one of the destroyers currently deployed in the Mediterranean Sea, one of many sons and daughters over there of worried parents here. We send our young to protect the young of others.
Western singer, entertainer, author and radio personality Judy James is scheduled to perform in concert during the 10:30 a.m. worship service on Sunday at Ridin’ For The Brand Cowboy Church, located at 5926 FM455 West in Sanger.
Listen in on this conversation I had with a friend from years past. His marriage had, to put it gently, not worked out. He bemoaned his fate saying, “I’m a loving man and all I want to do is make some woman happy.”
Two of the World War II veterans in my congregation reminded me that Wednesday commemorated VJ Day, or Victory over Japan Day. Victory over Europe Day took place May 8, 1945, so on Aug. 14, 1945, World War II officially ended.
A new clinic will soon provide pediatric care to young patients in Denton County. First Refuge will provide medical care, immunizations, antibiotics therapy, a medication assistance program, chiropractic and massage therapy for pain management, nutrition counseling and well-child care to children up to age 18.
So, I was just reading a book review from The Chronicle of Higher Education titled “On the Failures of Others. The review started this way: “If you hope Richard H. Smith’s book [Joy of Pain: Schadenfreude and the Dark Side of Human Nature] is a flop because you’re certain you could write a better one, and because you think he’s due for a fall, he will understand.
Organizers expect as many as 750 people at a ceremonial groundbreaking planned this morning for the new location of St. Mark Catholic Church in far southwest Denton. Parishioner Bret Curran, who is helping organize the event, said that Monsignor Stephen Berg and members of sister parish Assumption Catholic Church from West will be among the special guests at the event.
We went quiet in worship. Not so much sound quiet, although we provide moments for silent listening. This quietness centered around light.
“Well, my God would … ” or “the God I worship … ” — those phrases roll through my mind as I continue to read anguished commentary and responses to the verdict in the Florida trial of George Zimmerman for the death of Trayvon Martin.
The airwaves have been filled with a particularly heavy load of bad news. Human error contributed to some: plane and train wrecks. Political discord contributed to more: violent rioting in Egypt and intrigues and shenanigans in Austin during the special session of the Texas Legislature. Human differences and limitations in opinion and points of view contributed to others, such as actions and reactions to the Florida trial and verdict in the death of Trayvon Martin.
Last week, I was privileged to be the celebrant at a wedding. The groom was in his 80s and the bride in her 70s. Both widowed after long and happy marriages, they had found each other and clicked immediately.
This last week on “Stump the Pastor” Sunday, I received simply spectacular questions, many from our deep-thinking youth group. A number of the questions revolved around the themes of heaven and hell. What are the characteristics of such places or destinies?
On Sunday we will set aside liturgy and normal order for a bit in favor of an open hymn sing and a “Stump the Pastor” morning. People can ask/text/write to me any questions they wish that are on their minds, dealing with church, theology, Bible, belief or my hair.
We were young, naive and idealistic and thought we had a good handle on biblical truth. We had read the Bible through several times, amassed sets of Bible study tools and commentaries, and had much confidence in our ability to know “what the text really means.”
For the past few weeks on Sunday mornings, and with a couple more to come, I have been bringing messages about the epic battle between good and evil. The big question, “How do we learn to discern between the two?”