“Parson,” a voice called from the other side of the Pizza place. The parson had his grandsons from out-of-state on an outing for the day. They’d climbed the Echota Indian Mounds, swung on vines hanging from water oaks down by the river, and had an excellent adventure. The parson looked up at th...

Here begins the rant: On National Public Radio recently there was a piece about hiring practices in this age of massive unemployment. One point of the story was the new practice of online applications. It turns out the computer into which one inputs the application is programmed to eliminate ce...

Well, they didn't win, but my son's dance company, Pilobolus, with the band, OK Go, was nominated for a Grammy at last night's awards. The nomination was in the category of Best Short Music Video. Here it is:

“Parson,” she asked, “do you know anything about that man named Davis they are going to execute tonight?” “I know a little,” the parson said. “Well, I don't understand all this. I know that a policeman was killed. I know that there was a trial and the jury found him guilty. That's right, huh?”...

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Lynn, Ms. Parson, will not be coming home. We had hope, but that hope, it turns out, was actually based on some miscommunication. The strokes she suffered during surgery were devastating. I have seen the results of the MRI myself. The damage is more than severe. Lynn cannot breathe on her own....

Bryan Fischer Columnist and Director of Issue Analysis for Government and Public Policy American Family Association Dear Mr. Fischer: I normally reserve this space for stories that revolve around the life of the Questing Parson, a retired pastor who still serves a small little church out in the ...