Monthly Archives: May 2017

A SIGN FROM GOD

It was in the middle of December in 1862, just west of the city of Fredericksburg, Virginia when a sign from God appeared, suddenly and without warning.  The fighting men of both the Union and Confederate armies witnessed it, and the survivors of the bloody battle told their children and grandchildren about it. They swear that they witnessed the appearance of an angel.

Modern history books, bent on revisionist history have all but forgotten it– but it cannot be erased.  The historical record is intact.  A sign from God appeared on the battlefield during one of the bloodiest days in the American Civil War.  It all began after just before midnight on December 13, 1862.

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THREE SHAKES, AND MORE THINGS SOUTHERN

This if my final installment on southern phrases I grew up hearing. Let me know if you have heard them.

“In three shakes of a sheep’s tail.”  [fast, quick, like how a lamb wags it’s tail.]  When I call, you better be home in three shakes of a sheep’s tail!”   Continue reading THREE SHAKES, AND MORE THINGS SOUTHERN

JIMMY AKA “JESUS”

Don’t let this blog post title offend you.  It’s not blasphemy, I promise.  It’s more like a “divine comedy” which less than a hundred people can actually remember witnessing.  It all happened in 1979 at a small church in Decatur, Alabama.  It could have been a disaster, but ended up being a blessing– and a hilarious one at that.

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THE MEDICINE MAN

Five years ago about this time, my father, Coolidge Sims, learned that he had cancer– a health difficulty far beyond the heart condition he had dealt with for years.  It took him by surprise, as it did all of us.

My 88 year old Dad was in the hospital for an overnight stay to investigate the source of pain and discomfort he was feeling when the tests came back with a malignant tumor diagnosis.

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DRIVING LESSONS

It’s a rite of passage in our country– learning how to drive.  From the time I first became a teenager, I lived for getting my permit at age 15 and my license at 16.  It was the longest wait of my life. 

All my childhood I loved playing with little toy cars– the cheap ones made out of five inches of molded plastic.  My neighbor Cathy and I would play for hours with them, making roads in the dirt with our hands until our hands were raw and caked with red dirt.  It only took one summer rain shower to  obliterate our little homemade town of highways, streets, and driveways, but we were always eager to get back out there the next day and make new ones. When I was playing cars, I was driving those cars in my mind.

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