There’s nothing wrong with being a Christian. In fact, I highly recommend it.
There’s also nothing wrong with people allowing their faith to inform their decision-making, in any sphere.
A long unused Kindle Fire lay gathering dust on an end table in our living room. Across the room, a gaming system sat similarly idle – its once enthusiasm-fueled glow lost to homework, youth sports, piano lessons and other fixtures of our family’s weekly grind.
Fresh off a CT scan at the hospital in Starkville on Wednesday, the radiology technician escorted me back to the x-ray waiting area.
Most of the time, the fans start filing out of a basketball arena when the home team goes down 20 late in the second half. At the very least, the visitors’ efforts would have silenced the crowd to the point where they could finish the job in relative peace.
At some point next Friday afternoon, my 8-year-old daughter Zayley will be singing a Chinese song somewhere in public with her class. Or maybe it’s Japanese. We’re not entirely sure.
An editor for whom I worked at Mississippi State University told me this day would come.
I’m not sure when it happened. But it most certainly has.
Sometimes my children cry.
“So how serious were you when you said you wanted to help?”
A soldier stood alone among headstones in a south Arkansas cemetery playing “Taps” on Saturday, while another waited by an American flag-draped casket that sat in front of a mourning family.