Walt Albritton Articles

Altar Call | You can wear a morning face

BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION — I dearly love the song, “Precious Memories.” The one line that continually bubbles up in my mind is the song’s basic theme: “Precious memories, how they linger, how they ever flood my soul.”Ah yes, they do so linger. Since Dean’s death, my...

Altar Call | Planting alleluias in a child’s heart

BY WALT ALBRITTON A friend of mine introduced me to the “Greenless Child,” an intriguing poem written by Ann Weems. My friend often quoted the poem as she shared her faith with others. Perhaps it will touch your heart as it did mine:I watched her go uncelebrated into...

Altar Call | He took my hand

BY WALT ALBRITTON The pump that provided water for our home when I was a boy was about 75 yards downhill from our house. On stormy nights, lightning would sometimes strike the pump and disengage the power. More than once, my dad got me to go with him to hold a...

Altar Call | Holding Hands

BY WALT ALBRITTON Soon after his resurrection, Jesus appeared in the Upper Room with his disciples. Two were missing — Judas, who had betrayed him, and Thomas, the skeptic.When the other disciples told Thomas that they had seen the Lord, he expressed his doubt by...
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Imagination’s value

BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION —Gene Moore, my dear friend from Auburn days, lives with his wife Jan in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Like me, Gene is a...

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Learning to eat alone

BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION —Almost three years have passed since my wife died. Her death enrolled me in a school I had not wanted to attend – the...

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Alter Call: Watcha Doing?

BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION — The above title in correct English would be: What are you doing? Around the house, some of us take shortcuts with our...

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Through the Fires of Sorrow

BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION —Oswald Chambers was blunt about sorrow and difficulty. Nothing is gained by saying there ought to be no sorrow. “Sorrow...

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To whom do you belong?

BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION —During my early and middle years, but not much during my older years, there were occasions when I had lustful thoughts...

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The Best Moment of My Life

BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION —It caught my attention — the story of a young man scoring a touchdown for Murphy High School in Mobile Thursday night,...

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A Woman From Zambia, Sent By God

OPINION —During my first visit to the beautiful African country known as Zambia, my host Alfred Kalembo introduced me to his sister Catherine. Since...

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