Musings

By Sean Dietrich The two girls knocked on my door. They wore Kelly green berets and green vests. I greeted them. The two Girl Scouts went through their spiel. “We’re selling cookies, sir,” they began. “Do you have any identification?” said I. They exchanged looks. “Wait, what?” “Well,” I said amiably, “how do I...

By Dr. Kerry Knight, Emerald Beach Church of Christ I love history, especially Bible history. The Book of Acts in your Bible is a record of the events that took place from the ascension of Christ through the preaching ministry of the Apostle Paul. All along the way we are...

By Sean Dietrich I am a dropout. I grew up pretty hard. I am an educational failure. I had few academic opportunities. As a result, I am a very slow reader, and an even wurse speler. This is because, after my father died, my family hit rock bottom. My mother cleaned houses...

By Sean Dietrich My doctor gave me some very bad news. I can’t even bring myself to talk about it. I’m so scared right now. I don’t know why God is doing all this to me. I am so angry with God right now. I hate God. Thanks, SLEEPLESS-IN-NEW-YORK DEAR SLEEPLESS: About 300 years...

By Sean Dietrich My wife and I are going out to dinner tonight. I am waiting for her to get ready. She is in the bathroom, standing before a mirror, pinching her tummy. She asks if I think she is fat. “No,” I say. She frowns. “You sure?” “Yes.” “Well, I feel fat.” She...

By Sean Dietrich We had a major potato salad crisis at our Fourth-of-July barbecue. Someone forgot to designate a family member to be the official “bringer of potato salad.” So everyone took it upon themselves to bring potato salad. We had 2,927 varieties. There are few things more American than a...

By Dr. Kerry Knight, Emerald Beach Church of Christ “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11, NIV) Many people want to blame God for every misfortune that...

By Sean Dietrich These aren’t my stories, but I’m going to tell them. Let’s call her Dana. Dana was going for a walk near her home. It was a dirt road. Her high-school reunion was coming up, she was getting into shape. A truck pulled beside her. He slowed down. He rolled...

By Sean Dietrich Eighteen years. That sounds like a long time, but it’s not. Not when you think about it. Eighteen years is nothing. It’s hard to believe that eighteen years ago we were just two ordinary people with two very different last names. It’s almost hard to conceive of a...

By Sean Dietrich It was an average Thursday night. The crowd waiting to get into Truist Park was a biblical mass. There were too many people to comprehend. Everyone was sweating through their undergarments. The smell of human armpit odor was in the air. It was a sold-out game. Forty-odd thousand baseball...