The chaplains, North and South, who worked the front lines of the American Civil War didn’t have to muster up images of fire and brimstone — in many cases, it was all around them. And hell was as close as the next battlefield.
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It was Ronald Shavers' grandfather who bestowed upon him the nickname "B.B."
The best way I can wrap my mind around the towering bundle of contradictions that was the Rev. Jerry Falwell is to compare him to other towering figures.
People from other countries who come to the United States aren’t always fleeing political death squads or famine or religious persecution.
Nancy Strachan remembers her initial impulse after traveling through Rwanda for the first time.
If I hadn't known better, given my Upstate New York roots, I might have thought the movie "Lake Effects" was a horror film.
One might think that if Thomas Jefferson were alive today, his multiple interests would make him a devoted and prolific blogger.Patrick Lee isn’t so sure.
As it moves deeper into the 21st century, the medical arm of the Veteran’s Administration finds itself fighting battles on several fronts.
It’s a philanthropic Five Hour Energy drink, a benevolent pick-me-up.
These days, local elections make a lot more sense to me than their national counterparts.
We tend to think of the Broadway theater community as vast and almost impenetrable, but that’s not what James Ballard discovered.
The more I learn about Thomas Jefferson, the more I wonder if he ever did anything just for fun.
In Virginia, real retirement for judges often is a moving target.
In a recent interview at the start of his "Southern Discomfort Tour" that will bring him to Lynchburg on Saturday, author and food commentator Michael Twitty told a Pittsburgh reporter: "I get so tired of people talking about 'the slaves.' It wasn't just a job description. These were real people who ate real food."
On its calendar of significant 20th century events, the satirical newspaper The Onion headlined the Titanic disaster this way: “World’s Largest Metaphor Hits Ice Berg.”
All newly married couples hope to grow old together. Lynchburg residents Charles and Marian Viar have done it in lockstep, one November 22 at a time.
My favorite Mike Wallace moment came some years ago, during a “Sixty Minutes” expose of a bogus health spa.
With the Atlanta Braves considering a move, Lynchburg would still have a baseball team — of sorts.
When Sarah Rosser drove from Lynchburg to Beckley, W.Va. last Thursday to enlist in the U.S. Marine Corps, her grandfather rode with her. In spirit, anyway.
Last month, Christine Goode ventured where many parents fear to tread. Six teen-age girls on a trip from Lynchburg to Texas?
Most 40th birthday parties come off as bittersweet, the gaiety somewhat undercut by the realization of time passing by and the black balloons.
Appropriately enough, Thursday morning’s Founder’s Breakfast to celebrate the 30th anniversary of Lynchburg’s Interfaith Outreach Association was low-key, low-cholesterol and informal — sort of like the group itself.
When I look at the current primary system, it is common sense — not political sense — that tells me how antiquated, wasteful, confusing and counterproductive it has become.
Finally, Appomattox County is making news in a good way.
It has become painfully obvious over the years that throwing money at poor people is not necessarily the best way to pull them out of poverty.
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