Lane Palmer

Christian Post Guest Columnist

See You at the Throne

Did you know that something amazing was birthed in a sleepy suburb of Ft. Worth Texas called Burleson? No, were not talking about Kelly Clarkson…in fact, she was only 8 years old when the humble beginnings behind a worldwide movement took place one warm September evening.

I Know What You Did Last ... Whenever

Do you have secrets? Not like “I sometimes obsess about something hanging out of my nose” type off secret. No, I’m talking the deep, dark, and dirty little (and big) stuff that is hush-hush-top-secret-I’d-have-to-kill-you-if-I-told-you kinds of things.

When Harry Met Satan

It seems that the world has gone wild about Harry again…because the one-two combination of the movie/book release has put the spell of Potter-mania on the muggle world- driving the multitudes to the multiplexes and boatloads to the bookstores.

The Cure for Summer Boredom

I know you’ve been there; all of us have at one time or another. The place called a state of boredom – a generalized feeling of anxiety because nothing is on, nobody is available, and you have zero-zilch interest in doing anything.

Busted!

Saturday, around five or six o’clock. That’s what my parents gave me as the official returning time from their camping trip. Notice I said their camping trip, not my camping trip. Formerly my brother and I had always gone, but now my bro was in college, and I – being an amazingly mature and humble teenager – was allowed to stay at home for the week and hold down the fort.

Anna, Britney, and K-Fed ... Oh my!

I’ve really tried to get away from the latest unholy trinity of news stories, but it seems to have attached itself to the fabric of society like the oil of a skunk. You can change locations and hold your nose, but the stench just keeps on appearing in new and ad nauseum ways.