What, actually, can we know about the resurrection?
At sunrise services and church sanctuaries today in Chapel Hill and all over the world, Christian worshippers are giving their answers to this question.
In the introduction to his new book, “How Jesus Became God: The Exaltation of a Jewish Preacher from Galilee,” Bart Ehrman asks the same question.
We say, “Thanks for your service,” when we met veterans of the wars in Afghanistan or Iraq veterans.
They can be forgiven if they think “Thanks for your service” is an incomplete thank you, an insincere and hollow expression, showing a lack of understanding and real appreciation of what these men and women had been through.
When you have finished drinking this bottle of water, fill it with our tap water for liquid refreshment that tastes as good and is just as pure as what was in the bottle.
Why aren’t the PlayMakers in the Playmaker’s Theater?
It is a question many Chapel Hill people asked the first time they learned that the PlayMaker’s Repertory Company stages its productions not in its named venue but a few blocks away in the Paul Green Theater on Country Club Road.
The modern PlayMakers Repertory Company, the successor to the Carolina Playmakers, spells its historic name with a capital “M” in the middle.
You sure do talk funny.
Has anybody ever told you that?
If you grew up in North Carolina and moved somewhere else for a while, you surely got that kind of question from folks who just had to laugh when they heard you talk.
“What is love?” a friend asked a writer of romance novels.
He was not satisfied with her brief response about the rush of feelings that comes with first romance and the deep feelings that sometimes follow
There are three pieces of good news about my favorite television program, UNC-TV’s “North Carolina Bookwatch.”
First, upcoming new programs feature some of North Carolina’s most interesting authors.
In early spring every year, lots of Chapel Hill folks move over to Durham lock, stock and barrel for a few days to enjoy the Full Frame Documentary Film Festival.
One of them runs the show and spends most of the year commuting from her Southern Village home to work at the festival’s offices at the American Tobacco Campus.
What important Democratic woman politician, a Wake Forest alumna, who was born in North Carolina and later moved to Florida, has gained national attention this year for her candidacy in a critical bellwether election?
There are two correct answers.
When I received an invitation from the UNC Medical School to a retirement celebration for Dr. Jim Bryan, I remembered how much the lead character in Allan Gurganus’ new novella, "Decoy," had reminded me of Dr. Bryan.
Both Bryan and Dr. Marion Roper, the lead fictional character in Gurganus’ story, went north to medical school after college at Davidson. Both were brilliant and could have become successful medical specialists or researchers. However, both came back to North Carolina where their careful attention to their patients earned them the devotion of the countless people they served.
When long-time legislator and lawyer Martin Nesbitt died last week at age 67, he was already on my mind for a column. The news of his stomach cancer followed quickly by his death shocked those who remembered his powerful presence as a representative and then state senator.
Larry Brown and I were born the same year -- 1940. We have something else in common. After an absence of some years we both returned to coaching basketball last year.
He became basketball coach at Southern Methodist University after resting for a few years following a short tenure as coach of the professional Charlotte Bobcats.
Have we gotten used to all the national attention on North Carolina and our tribal rivalries?
Do we mind the reports of the mean-spiritedness, the rudeness, the shouts and ranting, the unsupported ugly comments about the opposition and its motives, and the hateful remarks about the leaders of the other group?
“We’ve got a new library in our front yard.”
My grandchildren's report should not have surprised me. These kids and their parents have chickens and bees in their backyard and a host of projects that sometimes make me wish I could be a child again, just to grow up again alongside of them.
But a library in their yard?