Michael J. Brooks

It was a church slogan used in many places years ago: “The end of your search for a friendly church.” But let’s think about a new slogan: “The end of your search for a perfect church.”

We grew up as high school friends and he became a music leader for church congregations.

We grew up as high school friends and he became a music leader for church congregations. He told me the most embarrassing day was when he mounted the steps to the platform to begin worship, tripped and fell headlong onto the floor. Fortunately, he wasn’t hurt, but there are better ways to begin worship.

A church friend travels the country transporting automobiles for car dealers and told me, “There’s no good way to get to Denver.” I think he’s right.

Our all-knowing God doesn’t forget anything. He knows when a sparrow falls and the number of hairs on our head. Nothing escapes his knowledge.

It was a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Actually, no. It was a long time ago, but it wasn’t so far away.

The Alabama Humanities Alliance honored writer Rick Bragg recently in Birmingham. In his dialogue with Roy Wood, Jr., Bragg mentioned that not everyone believed his writing to be good. Stephen King ripped him when reviewing his Jerry Lee Lewis biography for

The recent memorial service for President Jimmy Carter reminded me of the time in 2004 that our history and collectors’ club president, Roger, invited me at our annual banquet in

The recent memorial service for President Jimmy Carter reminded me of the time in 2004 that our history and collectors’ club president, Roger, invited me at our annual banquet in

The recent memorial service for President Jimmy Carter reminded me of the time in 2004 that our history and collectors’ club president, Roger, invited me at our annual banquet in