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Church trouble-makers… Who needs them? By Donald E. Wildmon
Read moreHarrah Happenings Farmers Market extended in Park The weekly Famers Market held each Saturday from 9 a.m. until Noon in Harrah Heritage Park has moved to a new location. The event is now open to the public at the North end of the park with more vendors, expanded and dedicated parking spaces.
Read moreFreedom to move about the country is a wonderful privilege. Let us be appreciative of our freedom this fourth of July week. Recently, I was taking a late-night walk, in Owenton, Kentucky. Owenton is a little town of maybe six hundred people in rural north central Kentucky. I had just finished watching the sad Biden-Trump debate and decided that a walk and some ice cream sounded good I walked to our local convenience store which is about a half mile from where I was staying in Owenton. It was a beautiful summer night and I only saw two cars on the road in route to the store. I bought an ice cream bar, and had it eaten within twenty steps of the store when the only car I saw on the way home pulled up beside me and someone asked, "Sir, are you alright?" It was the local city police. I responded, "Yes sir, I'm doing fine." He asked, "Would you like a ride home?" To which I replied, "No sir, I'm just out for a walk." He then asked, "Have you been drinking?" I replied, "No sir, just been eating a Snicker's Ice Cream Bar." He continued, "Are you sure?" "Yes sir, I'm sure." He then asked, "Where are you going?" I told him the street which was only about five more minutes of walking time. I thought all was well as he and another policeman drove off, but they made a U-turn and pulled right back up in front of me. The cop got out of the car and told me he wanted to do a breathalyzer test. I've never had one in my life. I agreed to it. He was right in the middle of the street. I walked out to meet him, and he told me to blow into the straw. I complied. He shook his head because, of course, the test was negative. He told me his name and I responded by telling him mine and we shook hands. He told me to be safe walking home. He then wanted to know exactly where I lived, and I gave him the street name and house number.
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Read moreI grew up attending small, country churches. In fact, when I was growing up, there was no such thing as a megachurch. We didn’t have a clue about bands, light shows or PowerPoint. If you had asked me what a megachurch was, I might have pointed you toward a church in town that had 300 in attendance. It was bigger than my elementary and middle schools combined.
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