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Today's Features

  • Lately, I’ve been pondering the story Jesus told of the lost son, or what’s more commonly called the parable of the prodigal son.
    The son demands his inheritance from his father, which is basically him telling his dad he wishes him dead, and then takes the money and runs far away, squandering his wealth on wild living.
    When he ends up broke, he finds a job feeding pigs and finds himself so hungry that he longs to eat the pig food.

  • Monterey Baptist Church

  • Many early roads that snaked through the hills and hollows of Kentucky have been lost to history, their names and locations forever erased from the memory of man. Most were named after a settler who held a patent on land through which the road ran. However, remnants of the some of these roads exist, and their stories linger in local folklore.
    Road names were known to change over time, perhaps when the pronunciation of a road wasn’t clearly understood. Such seems the case with Kay’s Branch Road.

  • Danny and Kendall O’Toole along with big sister, Reese, proudly introduce the newest addition to their family, Beckham Robert. 
    Beckham was born at 12:46 p.m., April 14, 2017, at Baptist Health Lexington.  He weighed 9 lbs. 2 ounces and was 20 inches long.
    His paternal family includes grandparents Dan and Diane O’Toole, uncles Denny O’Toole and David (Celeste) O’Toole and great-grandparents Bob and Wanda Mills.

  • By Roger Alford

  • A number of years ago, a man I know had multiple surgeries on his hand, which left him without feeling in it.
    He had had surgery because of pain, so in one respect, not feeling meant he also no longer felt pain, so that’s a good thing, right?
    However, as a craftsman, that also meant he couldn’t use his hand to do his job, which required using both hands and all his fingers.

  • Mt. Pleasant Baptist

  • His name was Topsy. During the summers of the 1920s, he would faithfully plod across Cedar Creek carrying a little girl to her cousin’s playhouse by an old sycamore tree. Munching on the lush green foliage along the creek he would patiently wait for his charge’s signal to make the return trip home.
    As time marched on, Topsy would deliver his owner,  Margaret Alice Karsner, to school or take her on amazing adventures galloping across the fields of her Monterey farm.

  • There was fog in the valley this morning, and though I usually get up about 7 a.m., it felt like 5 a.m. to me. Fall has snuck up on me when I wasn’t looking.

  • It was one of the post-Irma, pre-power-turned-back-on days and my husband and I were at a local restaurant for dinner.
    A man sitting next to us recognized me as “the lady from the newspaper,” and we started talking about the hurricane we had just survived and how God had spared us.
    The man confessed that he wasn’t a regular churchgoer, maybe went four or five times a year, but he was for sure going to go to church that Sunday.
    “God answered the prayers of people who prayed,” he said.