
Clements: Journals
Melinda Clements Guest columnist It was an old box taped shut with aging clear sealing tape. It said, “Books” on the taped lid and I… Login to continue reading Login…
Melinda Clements Guest columnist It was an old box taped shut with aging clear sealing tape. It said, “Books” on the taped lid and I… Login to continue reading Login…
Ken Ansell Guest columnist I hang out with some men from my church on Monday nights. It’s low-key, we sit on the back deck of… Login to continue reading Login…
Renae Green Guest columnist OK. It’s time for true confessions, here. I (blush . . .) am an American Idol wanna-be. More than once, (OK,… Login to continue reading Login…
Melinda Clements Guest columnist The incessant barking of the dogs woke me and the digital readout on the clock said 3:16 a.m. I slipped from… Login to continue reading Login…
Ken Ansell Guest columnist I was just talking with a pastor friend of mine on the telephone. We grew up together and he lives out… Login to continue reading Login…
Renae Green Guest columnist I moved offices at work this week. I liked my old office. I liked my hallway and the people there. And… Login to continue reading Login…
Melinda Clements Guest columnist We need to talk. There are some things I need to discuss with you and make sure you understand. I’ve let… Login to continue reading Login…
Ken Ansell Guest columnist The Gospel changes us and we never outgrow the Good News of Jesus Christ. We needed Jesus and we need Jesus.… Login to continue reading Login…
Renae Green Guest columnist Each semester, I teach a new crop of students how to diagram sentences. If you’re my age or older, you probably… Login to continue reading Login…
Melinda Clements Guest columnist “Shhhhh!” I put my hand over the pup’s mouth to keep her from barking. Something was on the move in the… Login to continue reading Login…