Category: God
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Cows aren’t bright animals. Sometimes deputies aren’t either. One night when I was a patrol sergeant, the two came together for the perfect storm of unbrightness. Joey was patrolling south of town, watching the oncoming lanes of traffic for speeders. A local cow decided that the middle of the dark road was where he needed…
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I once thought the stereotypes of outlaws in the rural South were unfair characterizations. Then, I began a career in law enforcement… I’ve come to realize that not all the caricatures are incorrect. There are pockets of people in rural America whose family trees do not appear to branch. And, I’ve interacted with a few…
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An·guish: severe mental or physical pain or suffering There was a time, not long ago, when life was going really well. Then suddenly, it wasn’t. One day, I was thanking God for all the good things happening in my life. The next day, I was bent over double, like someone had kicked me in the…
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I am in California today. Anaheim, to be exact. We flew in last weekend to visit Disneyland for the first time. It’s been forty years since I was in Los Angeles last. My previous visit, however, was not so fun. My last trip to L.A. occurred when I was young and stupid. My friends told…
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I once attended a mega-church in another state. The worship service was a television-worthy production. Sound amplifiers, stage lights, and a live band, all created a flawless performance. Staff members were dressed in expensive suits with skinny-fit pants and designer shoes. Every haircut was trendy and pomaded to a high spike. Nothing was out of…
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As a patrol deputy, I learned that domestic violence calls are frequent occurrences. Many cohabiting people cannot peacefully exist together. They often call law enforcement to settle their disputes. One night we responded to an interesting case at a trailer in Coaling. A 30-year-old woman and her 50-something-year-old mother got into a fight. The altercation…
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“Driver’s license and proof of insurance please.” The response was, “Do you know who I am?” I inwardly groan and fight the urge to say. “No, I don’t know who you are, but I can’t wait for you to tell me.”
