Old-school news, just in time
by Kevin Burton The trash company changed our trash night a couple of weeks ago. That put some unwelcomed wrinkles into our routine. Trash night used to be Sunday night/Monday morning. Now it is Monday night/Tuesday morning. There is just enough time between the end of the 3:30 NFL game and the …
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by Kevin Burton My track coach Jim Rimmer was the first one I heard say “no pain, no gain.” I didn’t love hearing that then, but I knew he was right. I knew I would be running past my comfort zone, until my ribs began to hurt, then keep going. But I knew …
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by Kevin Burton You look on in despair as your children, your friends, your neighbors, rage through a Christless, graceless life, headed to the edge of a spiritual abyss. You feel helpless, but you are not. You want to shake some Biblical sense into your unsaved loved ones, but you can’t. You …
by Kevin Burton Live long enough and you’re going to see some things. Changes, technology, innovations. Mores and standards gone by the wayside. It can be dizzying. Isn’t it comforting to know, as a Christian, that the same God who reigned in Moses’s day, and that of King David and of the …
by Kevin Burton “Write ‘em tight” they used to teach us in journalism school, “write ‘em tight.” That means don’t be wordy. Get to the point. That’s the first thing I thought of after reading a recent message from In Touch, the international radio and television ministry founded by the late Dr. …
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by Kevin Burton Jerry Glanville was coaching the Atlanta Falcons when NFL Films famously caught him on camera criticizing a referee. “You’re in the N-F-L and that stands for “not for long” when you make calls like that.” Glanville is one of the most colorful figures in NFL history. You wouldn’t have …
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by Kevin Burton Residents of one Alaska neighborhood in my newspaper’s coverage area sought to correct a flooding problem by putting rocks in a river. Riprap, they called it, which is, as I would learn, “a foundation or sustaining wall of stones or chunks of concrete thrown together without order.” From that …
by Kevin Burton My sister and I had one last shared musical moment, in the days before her death Aug. 25 of last year. We had thousands of them over half a century together. What I wouldn’t give to have a few more of them now. The final one came last August, …
by Kevin Burton This bit of Burton family lore started small, sprung up unexpected. We had a maid named Mrs. Long. This was before the basement at my father’s house in Yellow Springs, Ohio was finished, when you could still practice hockey on roller skates and shoot a plastic puck into a 4-by-6 …
by Dane Massey The school of prayer is an apprenticeship, not a lecture. This apprenticeship requires sustained, close personal contact with the Master. As I approach the subject of prayer I’m reminded of a quote by Samuel Chadwick, a master of prayer from long ago: “Any teaching on prayer that does not …
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