Category Archives: Remember
July as “Territory”
In Daniel 10, Daniel was broken-hearted over the 70+-year oppression of God’s people. He ate simply, did not dress for company — he just prayed. Three weeks later while walking along the Tigris, Daniel was greeted by a man dressed in linen with a belt of pure gold. The man was radiant — literally. Chiseled [...]
Ten Years Old
We remember that God intends for Grandpas to run and jump and sisters to tease and roll their eyes.
Read More“They Talked Themselves Out of It,” April 1958
In April 1958, Carl McIntire’s ACCC had a series of four broadcasts on NBC. According to Bob Jones, Jr., NBC refused to broadcast this take on Genesis 11 because it was critical of the United Nations and racial integration. Jones himself made the connection between his talking of “separation” and the issue of racial segregation. [...]
The More Things Change. . . .
What was life like at Bob Jones College, Cleveland, Tennessee? Here’s a glimpse from then-faculty member, Dorothy Rivers Seay. She wrote under the pseudonym “Anonymous” to H. L. Mencken’s magazine The American Mercury in 1940. The highlight of the essay is a never-memorialized “Dr. Bob” saying: “Any boy good enough to come to ____ College [...]
Like old times. . . .
I was feeling sentimental yesterday when I read Anne Sokol’s truncated but articulate review of Tedd Tripp’s bait-and-switch book Shepherding A Child’s Heart. Sokol did good work. She’s right, of course, about Tripp. And the comments that followed were oh-so-reminiscent of five years ago when I was also couch-bound with a sick child and a [...]
Read MoreShalom, Part Deux
Moreover, I am cognizant of the interrelatedness of all communities and states. I cannot sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens in Birmingham. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one [...]
A Love that has Vanquished the Powers of Hell
Sweetness in the air, and justice on the wind,
laughter in the house where the mourners had been.
Another Memorial
I’m overly sentimental. And today is the 23rd anniversary of when Grant first told me he loved me. . . . Dear darling man. Sweet, sweet man. I told you about my necklace a few months back. I said I would wear it until I believed it. . . . Until I believed that I [...]
Read MoreA year ago.
This is where we were a year ago. We had an epileptic schnauzer who’d forget to poop outside (not inside) after a round of seizures. My youngest was still taking naps. Ironically, we were wrestling with Christmas lights and car batteries on the very same weekend just like this year. When you pull out the [...]
Finally home. . . .
Through a set of seemingly unconnected acts of Providence, my family all left discrete fundamentalism at the same time. While Grant and I landed safely in a PCA church, my parents settled in a Southern Baptist church up the road here. And they love it. Mom says, “After 39 years, I finally feel like I’m [...]
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