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“In churches of Christ and Christian churches, is divorce the unpardonable sin?” Judy Norris asked in this column from 1980. “Have we become so Pharisaical that our own self-righteousness causes us to negate love?”
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“It was here in the summer of 1838 that a very pretentious doctor . . . had so frightened one of our able debaters of those times, that he obtained and rejoiced in the name of ‘Campbellite Killer.’”
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From 1935 to 1944, Joe B. Maffett penned a monthly column called “It Worked for Us.” Maffett, a minister from North Tonawanda, N.Y., sought input from readers for the aptly titled column. Here are three short items from 1941. . . .
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We mark the passing of Wayne Shaw with this column on “Finishing Well” which he wrote for Christian Standard in 2001. Shaw was a lifelong ambassador for Lincoln Christian University, which he served as preaching professor and seminary dean.
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“Before he became blind he had traveled all over this and the surrounding communities, . . . and this knowledge enabled him to go, unattended, to his preaching appointments . . . frequently to towns ten and twelve miles from where he resided.”
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“Plan your work, then work your plan. Go according to schedule so far as possible. Most people are as lazy as the circumstances will permit. If you will lay out a given amount of work to do each day, you will whip yourself into line to do it.”
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An Editorial from 1899: “lt would be an ungrateful nation that did not remember the purchase price of its unity and greatness, its peace and progress. Decoration Day has become as firmly fixed with us as the Fourth of July. . . .”
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Twenty years or so after stepping down as editor of Christian Standard, Edwin Hayden penned this reminiscence of four gentlemen who had helped and encouraged him during his career: W.H. Book, P.H. Welshimer, Toyoza W. Nakarai, and W.R. Walker.
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Our “pulpit was empty.” In the jargon of our church that meant that our professional orator in residence had left us for greener pastures and we were on the prowl for another. Then we got this letter from some preacher fellow that wanted to come for two weeks and live with us and preach to us on three Sundays.