On Tuesday evening, I attended the last formal class meeting of the spring, 2017 Forney Police Department’s Citizens Police Academy.
Columns & Editorials
When GOD set up this nation of Israel to reach the world through them, He knew that all humans were evil (compared to Him), from youth to adulthood.
Thirty-five years ago, our house was in the newest neighborhood in Forney. Highway 80 was the dividing line between “New Forney” and “Old Forney”.
I consider myself a very private person. People I know would be surprised to hear that. They’d probably laugh in your face, and who could blame them?
“Why in the world should I vote this Saturday, or anytime?” you may be asking yourself. “There’s so much else to do!
Last Sunday I headed to East Texas to assess the damage from tornados in Eustace, Canton, Fruitvale, Grand Saline and Emory.
If you take the Dallas Morning News, you may have seen a story on the first page of Tuesday’s sports section. The headline read, “Champion DeSoto may replace coach”.
I subscribe to a bunch of magazines and newsletters which I prefer to get in their paper versions. (Makes it easier to take them into the tub. But don’t worry.
Joseph has been sold into Egypt as a slave to Potiphar, the captain of the guard there in Egypt.
There are very special times in our lives that we love to relive in our heads, to leave the present and go to our own personal “Happy Place”. I have been blessed to have so many of these.
The way I’ve always understood it, freedom of expression is exactly what the phrase implies: freedom to say anything one wants, even if it’s unpopular or offensive.
It seems that Forney has reached the cutting edge of high-tech grocery shopping. Both Kroger and Walmart offer a service where you don’t even have to get out of your car to shop.
I’m jealous of my older brother for several things, none of which include his being older.
Joseph has been sold into Egypt where GOD will use him to continue His plan for the redemption of mankind, but now let’s go back and see how the devil (Satan) has tried to destroy everything GOD do
Easter, like Christmas, tickles my memory cells. Both are festive holidays that can generate powerful emotional associations. My earliest memories of Easter come down from when I was probably 4.