The final score
Pope Francis died the morning after Easter. Does anyone else see how prophetic the timing was? How perfect for the man who believed he...
The lasting truth
After all the years of teaching, the heartache of betrayals, and the agony of torture, he died. People didn’t believe he was valuable, a...
Freedom, faith, and song: North Georgia synagogue marks Passover with Seder
Miriam Rosenberg, president of the Gainesville synagogue, lifted the flattened bread called matzo, dipped it in the sweet apple and nut mixture called charoseth,...
The lost egg
It was an ordinary plastic egg—large, blue, and likely filled with candy—tucked inside a blooming azalea, forgotten from a past Easter Egg Hunt at...
The Three Crosses at The Torch: A powerful, moving tradition
Every year on Good Friday, The Torch Worship Center on Cannon Bridge Road in Demorest holds a powerful and deeply moving event known as...
The same beautiful message
In the spring of 1976, I was a young interior designer working in a large store in Macon, Georgia. One early afternoon, an elegant,...
Finding light after loss: Journey of Hope shares powerful message in Sautee
In the face of unimaginable tragedy, a remarkable group known as Journey of Hope travels the country, not seeking vengeance but offering a profound...
The golden treasure
Easter has always been a joyous occasion for my family, filled with cherished memories. As a young girl, I eagerly anticipated our trips to...
Grandpa’s in the Kitchen with China!
After my grandfather's sudden passing in 1965, his wife, my grandmother—whom we affectionately call Grandpa — sold their home. It took them nearly a...
Our happiness requires rehab
A short article titled “If you're happy and you know it, you're probably in Finland" caught my eye in this morning's newspaper. According to...
On a warriors wings
He was seventeen, ready to begin his last year of high school. This handsome, happy fellow looked forward to playing football and his favorite,...
The solitary cardinal
Before Christmas in 2011, my two daughters and I sat silently at the breakfast table, our heads drooping and our eyes downcast.
Heather, my 38-year-old...