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Out of this world — part two

BY BRUCE GREEN OPINION — Last week we looked at the “heavenly realms,” a phrase Paul uses five times in Ephesians. We talked about it being 1) different than heaven, 2) the realm of spirit activity, 3) a place of both good and evil spiritual powers and 4) as real as...

We have to live by affirmation

BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION — He was already 77 years old when I met E. Stanley Jones, but God used that encounter with Brother Stanley to change my life. He was the evangelist at an Ashram, a spiritual life retreat that my wife and I attended at Silver Springs,...

Girls wrestling perfoms well

BY D MARK MITCHELL BY D. MARK MITCHELL OPINION — WRESTLINGTwo Opelika High student-athletes, Heidi Peralta-Fernandez and Gabrielle Reese, earned a trip to the AHSAA Girls State Wrestling Championship. Neither won their weight class, but both performed well at the...

Winter needs snow, soup, sleep, sharing

BY BETH PINYERD CONTRIBUTED TO THE OBSERVER OPINION —My little dog, Cookie, keeps this fur Mom on a regular routine and schedule. At 6 a.m. she wakes me up for her morning walk. She and I go through the seasons of early morning walks which I love as I see the light of...
My Generation

My Generation

BY SEAN DIETRICH They called us the TV generation. Because that was pretty much all we had. No smartphones. No computers. No internets. We had a...

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Inside the Statehouse

Inside the Statehouse

Alabama: A Big Front Porch OPINION — This is the final version of a three-week series of stories that illustrate that Alabama is a Big Front Porch....

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OHS XC in Action

OHS XC in Action

OPELIKA — The OHS and OMS cross country teams ran in the "Smiths Station Stages" last Saturday in Smiths Station. Opelika's individual results are...

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My Generation

I Hope

By SEAN DIETRICH I hope you have a good day. The entire day. Start to finish. Not the Best Day Ever. No, that’s too much excitement crammed into 24...

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My Mother’s Hands

My Mother’s Hands

By WENDY HODGE The very first memory I have is of my mother’s hands on my forehead. Her cool fingers, long and thin, were pressed to my skin to...

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