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  • Would you sell your parrot to the town gossip?

    BY ROGER ALFORD
    N-H Columnist

    Will Rogers, the humorist from a generation ago, said lots of funny things in his day, including this ditty:

    “When I die, I want to go peacefully in my sleep like Grandpa did. Not screaming like all the passengers in his car.”

  • People forgive others freely when they know they are forgiven

    Recently I spent time with some people who are homeless.

    I had met some of them while tagging along at the annual county-wide housing count, which is another way to say homeless count.

    Every year, people who care go out and find the people who live in the woods or in their cars or sleep in abandoned buildings and get as much information about them as they can.

    People who care want to meet these people’s immediate and ongoing needs with tents and blankets and stoves, and also their long-term needs.

  • Local Church News | Feb. 10, 2016

    Mt. Pleasant Baptist Church

    “I Am Not Alone” was Carla Marston’s special in song Sunday morning.  The choir also sang “Worthy of Worship.”  Bro. Dale’s sermon was based on 2 Corinthians 4:1-12. 

    Thanks to everyone who made our “Super Bowl of Chili and Soup” a success!  All had a great time in fellowship.

  • A picture is now worth only 100 words

    BY ROGER ALFORD
    N-H Columnist

    Some anonymous wise guy took to the Internet to discuss the economy, saying it’s so bad that:

  • The good news about some not so good news

    When someone says, “I have good news and bad news,” which one do you prefer to hear first?

    Joe went to his doctor who posed that question to him.

    “Give me the good news first,” Joe said.

    “You have 24 hours to live,” the doctor told him.

    Clutching his chest, Joe said, “If that’s the good news, what’s the bad news?”

    The doctor said, “I meant to tell you yesterday.”

    Ba dump bump. (Groan.)

  • Local Church News | Feb. 3, 2016

    Monterey Baptist Church

    We collected more than 35 pairs of new tennis shoes for the schools! Way to go, MBC!

    If there is no school on a Wednesday, then Rock Stars will not meet Wednesday evening.

    The youth meet on Sunday nights at 5 p.m.

    Our church has a volleyball team. They play at the gym at First Baptist Church in Owenton. They play at 8:30 p.m. Monday, Feb. 8, at 7:30 p.m. Monday, Feb. 15 and at 8:30 p.m. Monday, Feb. 22. Come out and support our team!

  • Take the wrong guy's hat and you're in for a fight

    BY ROGER ALFORD
    N-H Columnist

    I got such a kick out the story I heard the other day about two good ol’ boys who had arrived back home separately after an evening out.

    “Here’s your hat,” one friend said to the other. “You forgot it when you left that place.”

    The other replied: “That’s not my hat.”

    “Well,” said the friend, “no wonder that fellow put up such a fight.”

  • Where there is grace, grace always wins

    Since my friend Mike has been sober, he’s taken me to one of his AA meetings every so often.

    I don’t struggle with alcohol, but I have my own compulsions and obsessions.

    It’s my opinion that every one of us is addicted to something and that those somethings can and do change, sometimes daily.

  • Local Church News | Jan. 27, 2016

    Monterey Baptist Church

    The fifth Sunday of the month, Jan. 31, has been declared “Sweat Suit Sunday” by the pastor. Wear comfy clothes to church that morning!

    Fill the pews with shoes is a community wide activity to support the Family Resource Center and Youth Services Center. Bring new tennis shoes to church on Sunday, Jan. 31, so we can fill the pews with shoes. The minimum size for children is 5; ladies maximum size is 10; and men’s maximum size is 13. Only new tennis shoes will be accepted.

  • Getting my hate on for my sin in the new year

    I rarely make New Year’s resolutions, and I’m not sure if this counts as one, but around the end of December I noticed that whenever I was in church my eyes would be drawn to the big steel crossbeam in my favorite window.

    I’d look at it, unable to look away, and think about what it means, why the cross was necessary in human history and my part in it.

    I’d think about sin, my sin, and I’d find myself praying, “God, show me my sin, that I might hate it as much as you do.”