When I listen to myself pray, and when I listen to others pray, it seems that most of what we say to God revolves around what we want.

We’ve been dodging the coronavirus for more than six months. In the early days, when we first came to grips with the pandemic sweeping our world, we literally shut down our cities and our neighborhoods.

This upcoming Monday will be Labor Day. The scorching heat of summer has broken. The air is light with the first hint of fall. The lakes are still warm enough to ski, and the fishing is good.

Drive-in movies are more or less relegated to nostalgia now, but for a creative response to COVID-19, you can choose to drive in for worship at Dickinson’s Greater New Hope Missionary Baptist Church, 1725 State Highway 3.

Guten morgen. Buenos dias. bon dia. buongiorno. Selamat pagi. Dobroe utro.

Editor’s note: This special three-part series will provide an overview of the challenges faced by the faithful, the best-available solutions offered by various experts and lastly, the technical options for online services to our local community.

When our children were growing up, we read to them. All children, it seems, love books.

I recently stumbled across an old prayer: “Lord, help me to be the man my dog thinks I am.” Anyone who has a dog will understand that prayer.

Our introduction to 2020 has been gut wrenching. The Dow Jones industrial average recorded its worst-ever loss in March, with many economists predicting the “greatest depression” in history. But a massive $3 trillion infusion of money by the government created an immediate rebound. The stock…

We bought a rocking horse for our son on his first birthday. It was simple and sturdy, made of unfinished wood. That was 42 years ago.

I grew up in central Texas with huge pecan trees that shaded our house in the summer. When the leaves fell in the fall, they left behind bare branches bearing thousands of pecans.

I stepped up to the counter and handed the cashier my $20 bill. She glanced at me, lifted the bill up to the light, squinted and examined it, then laid it on the counter.

New beginnings are always exciting. Weddings with candles and flowers, beautiful bridesmaids, handsome groomsmen, laughter, toasts and dancing; the birth of a baby wrapped in blankets, showered with gifts; graduations with speeches about dreams and possibilities; a new job; and a new home. S…

This Saturday, we will celebrate the Fourth of July, a uniquely American holiday. No other nation has a holiday quite like it. No other nation on Earth has aspired to a higher and simpler ideal.

I don’t remember when I learned the Pledge of Allegiance to the American flag. I guess it was sometime before I learned to read or write, probably when I first entered school.