Although Chrys Holley is 93 years old, she engages with a sharp wit and vibrant memory when she speaks about her life. She gives God the glory for everything with a vivid story full of detailed descriptions. Holley is a breast cancer survivor of almost 27 years but found herself in the throes of battle last December, this time in stage four of the disease.
#Respectmydecision. That’s the hashtag that has become quite popular on social media when an athlete announces he or she is decommitting or transferring to another school.
Typically, you only see it in football. In the end, it’s one of those things that shouldn’t have to accompany a decision.
The congregation I serve as pastor, is a church plant of the Evangelical Free Church of America. Yes, we are as advertised, evangelicals, though these days with gluten-free, sugar-free, and caffeine-free products, a person might surmise we are not.
The day after Christmas, what my kin call Boxing Day, a kinsman posted on Facebook pictures of various Christmas cards reading, “JOY to the world!” and “Peace on Earth,” then gave this advice for the new year, “We must find joy where we can since peace eludes us.” At first blush, this advice seems insightful given the bleak state of our world; news outlets are awash with reports of crime and war. Peace on earth seems nonexistent and joy a rare commodity. The reason these proclamations of joy and peace seem such non sequiturs is that they have been reduced to mere holiday slogans severed from their source.
EDITOR’S NOTE: State Rep. Dr. Joel Rudman filed a draft version of HB 1485, which would create the North Santa Rosa County Utilities Authority on Friday. He said edits to the bill already have been filed and will appear in the version of the bill considered in committee.
I can remember shooting baskets for hours in the humid summer months and even, at times, the brutally cold winter months on the basketball court in the driveway back home.
You are talking to someone here who used to chip ice off that old court just so my friends and I could play, and once, we even walked in a snowstorm down to the community center to play ball.
My attitude toward New Years Eve has been a mixed bag. As a kid, it was the one day of the year that I was allowed to stay up late, but I never could stay awake. In college, New Years Eve always promised a raucous party, one that I would never be able to remember the next day. When I joined a band, New Years Eve became the night I made “big” money doing something I loved.
