By DANNY MINTON It was early Sunday morning when everyone in town was awakened by a violent earthquake. It was particularly unsettling since it was the second in the past three days. Damage to the Temple from a dark storm and earthquake which had occurred on Friday during the crucifixion of Jesus had yet to be finished. In Galilee word
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By DANNY MINTON I heard the story years ago about a preacher who preached at a small-town church. One Sunday he took his young daughter with him so she could see the quaint little building which took up his Sundays every week. As they entered the building and passed through the foyer, they stopped by an old wooden tray where
Read moreCharles Coghlan By DANNY MINTON Charles Coghlan was born in 1841 on Prince Edward Island to a poor Irish family. Neighbors helped him get a good education, but after school, he decided that he wanted to be an actor. Infuriated, his father disowned him, and Charles left home to pursue his career. One day he visited a fortune teller who
Read moreBy DANNY MINTON The guys I play golf with have an unwritten rule. We are allowed one mulligan per nine holes played. For those that don’t know, a mulligan is simply a “do over.” You can redo any shot, and the first one doesn’t count against you. We don’t play for money, just for fun. Now I realize that it
Read moreBy DANNY MINTON Several years back there was an animated movie entitled, “The Emperor’s New Groove.” The villain in the film was an ugly woman, described as “scarier beyond all reason,” whose name was Yzma (eezma). Her sidekick was a big dumb looking guy, who provided comic relief in the movie, named Kronk. There is one scene in the movie
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By DANNY MINTON I’m a big Dallas Cowboy fan. I have been since Eddie LeBaron was a quarterback and as a junior high football player, I could get end zone tickets for 50 cents each at the Cotton Bowl. At halftime, we’d move on over to the 30-yard line since Dallas didn’t always draw big crowds in 1960. I was
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By DANNY MINTON I grew up under a dark “cloud.” It hung over me for much of my life and every so often floats back over, although there are more times of sunshine than I had in the past. You see, I belong to a congregation of people who call themselves “The Church of Christ.” The cloud? Well, growing up
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