When my telephone rang at 12:50 a.m. the person identified herself as a dispatcher with the police department and asked if I was the police chaplain on call.
I said I was. She then said there was an accident at the intersection in front of the church I served and my presence was being requested.
Max Lucado wrote: “If our greatest need had been information, God would have sent an educator. If our greatest need had been technology, God would have sent us a scientist.
If our greatest need had been money, God would have sent us an economist. But since our greatest need was forgiveness, God sent us a Savior.”
There’s something that has bothered me about the way Gov. Ron DeSantis does business since he took office in early 2019 and it has nothing to do with his politics.
I’ve been covering the news in Northwest Florida for close to 20 years now at different publications.
It’s time for the United States to rethink Black History Month. And not just Black History Month.
We need to reconsider every “set-aside” day, week and month.
Why? Notice, we didn’t say “abolish” Black History Month. Instead, we should ask whether such set-asides accomplish what they could, or should? We’re not so sure.
It’s hard to believe I’ve been back overseeing the Crestview News Bulletin and Santa Rosa’s Press Gazette for more than two months now.
There have been some minor hiccups along the way, more on that later, but overall the job has gone better than I could have hoped.
Last year, the Legislature passed a public notice bill (HB 7049) that went into effect Jan. 1. The new law gives counties the option to place public notices solely on their own government website and dispense with any such notice in the traditional format — newspapers and newspaper websites.
What do the following two groups of names have in common? The first group of names: Moses, Jonah, and Jeremiah.
The second group: Noah, Abraham, and Mary.
In a lot of ways, I haven’t minded getting older.
Despite a couple of back surgeries (in fact, I am writing this column on the 10th anniversary of my first), I am a rather healthy guy in my mid-40s.
As a junior on the 1974 Gulf Breeze High School football team, it was the week of the Catholic game when the two largest players on the team got into an off-the-field fight.
Where the fight took place wouldn’t make for good reading in a family newspaper.
