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Religion

  • Prayer really does change things

    Last week I wrote a little bit about the prayer week at my church.

  • Psalm of Thanksgiving

    Editor’s note: Nancy Kennedy has been writing an annual psalm of thanksgiving since 1999 when she first started writing her column.

  • ‘Is God powerful?’

    A few weeks ago, I got an email at work with the subject line: “Is God powerful?”

    I thought the email would be about God’s power, but it was a political come-on to people of faith to vote for a certain candidate, who supposedly was God’s choice and to please send money.

    Actually, the email lost me at “the great state of Pennsylvania is wrestling with its destiny,” since I live in Florida.

  • GRACE NOTES

     A local man named Ed will never forget his 76th birthday, Sept. 22. He and his wife, Marno, took a cruise as a birthday celebration. While at sea, Ed started bleeding internally and ended up in the ship’s infirmary, where they gave him blood transfusions. Meanwhile, word got out among the other passengers, many of whom volunteered to donate their own blood.

  • Why do we pray?

    According to a recent LifeWay Research survey, when God answers prayer, he tends to do it in the South.

  • Holiday Bazaar

    Rochelle Kaiser

  • Beasts get blessings

    Special to the Chronicle

  • Moms in waiting, still praying

    Years ago, my friend Becky in Texas excitedly announced that her son was “only” smoking pot.

  • Turning: 2014 High Holiday message

    For Jewish people all over the world, the High Holiday season of Rosh Hashanah (New Year) and Yom Kippur (Day of Atonement) is a time of special introspection and repentance. While sin can be confessed any time of the year, Jews feels especially close to God during this holy time of the year.

  • Bringing lost lambs home

    I  remember the first time one of my children got lost.

    She was maybe 2 and we were in a department store when I blinked or sneezed, and in that nanosecond when my eyes were closed, she disappeared.

    She was only gone for a few minutes, which was long enough for me to imagine the worst. So, I did what all mothers who think their kids are lost do, I panicked.

    But she wasn’t lost. She had ducked underneath a rack of clothes to hide from me.