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Traditions and memories

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The earliest Christmas tradition I remember in our family was the pilgrimage to my mother’s parents’ house on Christmas Eve.

My grandmother, Pashia Tunnell Luster Duckett, gave birth to three daughters, Blanche, Kathleen, and Ruby. Their father, Roy Luster, died at the age of 26 of a fever that would have easily been cured by antibiotics a few years later. Later, Grandma met Charles Daniel Duckett who became her husband, the stepfather of the three girls, and my grandpa. Read More»

'One thing I can do!'

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In the December 2013 issue of U.S. Catholic, the cover story is “Real Presence — What Catholics with developmental disabilities bring to the table.” On the inside of the magazine, there is a photo of a teenager with Down Syndrome leading the processional and carrying the processional cross. To me, it is a beautiful photo and brings back both memories and lessons. Read More»

Santa Claus, USMC

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Once again this December, I plan to pull at least one four-hour shift, and hopefully more, sitting or standing behind a table at a big box store on a Saturday or Sunday smiling at people passing by, wishing them, “Merry Christmas,” and offering lollipops free to kids.

I do that because I want them to give new toys or donate some money. I won’t pressure them to give, I won’t use guilt, and the kids get the lollipops free whether their folks give or not. Read More»

A small act of kindness

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I was about to start the vehicle when I noticed a handwritten noted stuffed under the driver’s side windshield wiper. I had picked up a few things at the Publix at the Thomas Crossroads Shopping Center in Coweta County, not far from my home. Saturday afternoon was almost spent and I had a busy few days ahead. I had loaded the groceries into the back of the Toyota Rav 4 and settled into the seat to begin the drive home. That was when I saw the note. Read More»

Dirt bags, losers and miracles

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I went to drug court a couple of weeks ago. The first time I attended the Coweta County Drug Court was almost two and a half years ago. Someone that I have known for a long time got involved with drugs and, as it almost always does, that choice eventually led to an arrest.

In Coweta County, innovative thinkers decided that, if people who have fallen prey to the dangers and ravages of drugs could be helped and restored to society as responsible individuals, it would be a positive benefit for the individual, the judicial system, and the community. Read More»

Six years today

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Today is Saturday, Nov. 16, 2013. Six years ago tonight, I was consecrated as a bishop in my denomination. It was one of the saddest days in my over 40-year career. Like a soldier promoted in combat due to the death or wounding of a superior NCO or officer, that is how I came to the office of bishop. Read More»

Receiving criticism

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When I was a younger man, just beginning my ministry, an older gentleman took me under his wing and gave me a warning and some advice. He said, “The profession you are entering means that you are going to receive more criticism than you can possibly imagine.” That was the warning.

The truth is that I had no idea what I was getting into. I didn’t attend church on a regular basis until the summer of my 15th year and, even then, I attended alone, either walking or hitching a ride to the church a couple of miles away. Read More»

What if?

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A few days ago, a gentleman who is a leader in our church, Richard Thompson, came to the church office.

He dropped off something for someone in our congregation and then, after some conversation, he shared that he had seen an interesting question on a sign somewhere.

The question was: “What if, when you woke up tomorrow, the only things you had in your life were those things for which you gave thanks on the previous day?”

I have to confess, it was a question that caught me off guard and led to some serious pondering. Read More»

The Game of the Century

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It was a cold Friday night in November. Two high school teams were about to take the field in the last regular game of the season.

One of the teams had experienced a terribly disappointing year. During their first nine games, they had suffered defeat in eight of them. Their only win came over a team that had a worse record than they did.

The opposing team was play-off bound and had a history of being a formidable team.

Thus did the McIntosh Chiefs (1-8-0) of Peachtree City host the Newnan Cougars (6-3-0). The year was 1989. Read More»

Celebrating the Marine Corps

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I attended my first Marine Corps Ball in 1971. I was newly married, had an argument with my wife at the ball, and stalked over to the bar and swigged, from the bottle, a healthy swallow of Old Crow. As my eyes bugged out and my breath left me, the barkeep said, “Betcha don’t do that again.” He was right. Never drink in anger. Read More»

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