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Columns

  • Rhyme and reason for the season: 2011 version

    We’re here again with our holiday verse,

    To bring you a cheer or maybe a curse.

    But we hope for a smile from ear to ear,

    Our goal is only a bit of holiday cheer.

    So with only  apologies to Clement Moore,

    Our Night Before In Shelby is your reading chore.

     

    ‘Twas the night before Christmas,

    And all across the field,

    Holes and folds were numerous,

  • SOUDER: Christmas: The best good news ever

    “The angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.” (Luke 2:10-11)

    We all like good news: “It’s a girl!” “The biopsy came back negative. The cancer is gone!” “Today’s test is cancelled. Everyone gets an ‘A’!” “IU finally beat Kentucky!”

  • Crimes against the holiday: Here's one wrap sheet

    This is the time of year when I hear that 4-letter word a lot. It’s awful that has to resonate right in the middle of the holidays, but that seems simply unavoidable, pounding into my head and creating all sorts of awful echoes.
    Wrap.
    Whew! Just typing it made me shiver and avert my eyes. Makes me gulp, turn that most embarrassing crimson, taste bile in my throat and, well, feel totally useless. Pardon me a second while I hyperventilate.

  • How about a little faith for the holidays?

    For years, when asked what I wanted for a Christmas gift, I offered the same canned but heartfelt item:
    Peace on earth and good will toward men.

    Could there be a better present than wanting the world to reach its serene and sincere summit? I mean, what could compare? A new Countess Mara (look it up) or a sleeve of Titleists or one of those hot cars so many folks in commercials seem to receive?

    No, I thought nothing under the tree could be greater – until now.

  • SOUDER: How about some ‘whirled peas’ at Christmas?

    Is it just me, or does it seem like at this time of year that city streetlights – and even stoplights – flash a bright red and green, and in the air there’s a feeling of Christmas?

    Another song (and popular consensus) says that Christmas is “the most wonderful time of the year.” And what’s not to like?

  • What if we expanded the concept of Thanksgiving?

    What will you say on Thursday? What will cross your heart and your lips and spill out from your soul onto the dinner table like so much runaway gravy?

    Thanksgiving is the day when more of us express their truest, innermost feelings more openly and freely than at any other time of the year.

    We may express surprise and elation at Christmas, love on Valentine’s Day, reverence on Easter and respect on a parental day, but Thanksgiving…well, isn’t it built on our best emotions?

  • SOUDER: A Thanksgiving proclamation: Giving thanks to God, by George

    Asked to write a composition titled "What I'm thankful for on Thanksgiving," 7-year-old Timmy wrote, "I’m thankful that I’m not a turkey!"

    Maybe this Thanksgiving you feel like that little boy – that the only thing you can think of for which to be thankful is that you’re not a turkey. Perhaps your life isn’t going like you had hoped it would. Maybe your marriage is crumbling, your children are disobedient, your job isn’t fulfilling, and your car won’t start.

  • The men who failed the boys

    They gathered there, at midfield of a football stadium, before more than 100,000 witnesses. They joined hands, oversized men in black, white and red. Their loyalties and potential animosity had been deposited on their sidelines.

    Their heads were bowed, and they were praying.

  • SOUDER: One of those indelicate discussions of politics and religion

    There are certain things you don’t talk about it polite company. Politics and religion are usually high on that list for most people (along with things like bodily functions that are only appropriately done in the bathroom or intimate details about romantic liaisons).

    However, an event happened recently that brought two of these topics – politics and religion – squarely into the spotlight.

  • A flood of memories roars out of the Fall Classic

    Here’s the first thing I recall from watching a World Series: In 1961, the Yankees were manhandling the Cincinnati Reds in five games, although I can’t recite details, not the heroes or the records or even the elation I must have felt when it was over.

    I just remember that my man Mickey Mantle didn’t play because he had an oozing sore on his hindquarters. They called it an abscess, which to a third-grader sounded like recess but otherwise meant nothing. I just knew that Mickey was hurting and that was a bummer, so to speak.