Musings

By Sean Dietrich Recently, it came to my attention that I was one of the remaining four Americans who had not seen “Barbie.” In case you’re one of the other three, “Barbie” is a wildly popular movie that is making waves in all the headlines. The New York Times recently said...

By Sean Dietrich The New Year is only minutes away. The TV is on. My wife is snoring softly as I watch a perky, hip television host deliver a broadcast live from Times Square, speaking in a tone of voice not unlike a squirrel on amphetamines. So I change the channel...

By Dr. Kerry Knight, Emerald Beach Church of Christ It’s so refreshing to hear someone say, “Have a blessed day.” It may sound a little hokey and insincere to some, but the Bible speaks of it frequently. The word “blessed” is given over 300 times in the scriptures, and that...

By Sean Dietrich DESTIN, Fla.—I’m in a traffic jam. Standstill. Cars are backed up to the horizon. I am stuck among them, trapped on Highway 98, suffocating within a cloud of blue exhaust and unspeakable misery. We are moving at 0.002 miles per hour. I look out my window and see...

By Kerry Knight, Minister, Emerald Beach Church of Christ One of the most endearing hymns in our song books is “Oh To Be Like Thee.” It was written in 1893 by Thomas Obadiah Chisholm. He was born in a log cabin in Kentucky and was a man filled with grand...

Book Review by Jack Smith In the summer of 1968, I was a beach lifeguard at Myrtle Beach and the only thing I worried about was girls. As Apollo 8 soared towards the moon and the Democratic Convention exploded in Chicago, nine men tried to accomplish the age-old sailor’s dream:...

By Sean Dietrich Today at the store I watched a young guy hold the door open for a mother of three. He trotted ahead and threw open the door with a grand flourish as if to say, “After you, mademoiselle.” The woman stopped cold in her steps. She had a baby on...

By Sean Dietrich I had a dream about him last night. It has been nearly three decades since he died, but there he was. Alive. We met in some kind of diner. A breakfast joint. Maybe this was heaven? He was running late, I was already sitting in a booth, sipping...

By Rick Moore This is the story as it was told to me. In 1899, Malaky, her brothers David and Naif, along with their mom and dad, boarded a steamship heading from Byblos, Lebanon to New York City. Malaky was eleven, David was four, and Naif was one year old....

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...