Gone to the Dogs

Gone to the Dogs

The College Football Playoff National Championship (what a name!) has gone to the Dogs this year, which is a good thing for fans of the University of Georgia Bulldogs. As a 1973 graduate of UGA, I belong to that club. Growing up just 60 miles from the main campus in...
What’s in Your Bowels?

What’s in Your Bowels?

In a column from last October (“Going in Style”), I described the discovery of a palatial residence on a hill overlooking Jerusalem, found during salvage excavations in 1919-20. The residence was near what is now known as Arnon Hanatziv Promenade, a public park where...
Running Through the Night

Running Through the Night

At 37, Paul Burgess has been a pastor long enough to know that many people struggle with their mental health, especially during the dark winter months when daylight is in short supply. He also understands the important role ministers and churches can play in providing...
Atmosphere, Schmatmosphere

Atmosphere, Schmatmosphere

I am a lifelong foodie, though not in the snobby gourmet sense. I just love to eat, especially when the food is tasty, and I’m not picky about where it is served. A recent week in Arkansas offered a study in contrasts. It began with a delicious dinner of hot chicken...
Same Old, Same Old?

Same Old, Same Old?

I recently passed one of those “milestone” birthdays divisible by 10. Something about beginning a new decade seems significant – or at least notable enough to merit birthday cards featuring your age in bold letters. I didn’t feel any different. If anything, I was a...