Walt Albritton Articles

Altar Call | Choice Christmas Words

BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION —Words are precious. We communicate our needs, our dreams and our feelings with words. Since it’s Christmas time, let’s reflect on some choice words of the Christmas season.“Clearance” is one. I like it. My wife loved it. She seldom bought...

Altar Call | Overflowing hope

All creation looks forward to the day when it will join God’s children in glorious freedom from death and decay. For we know that all creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. And we believers also groan, even though we...

Altar Call | Enriching your prayer life

One of the signs that you belong to Jesus is a strong desire to pray. You want to commune with the one who made you a new person. You want to thank God for your salvation and keep your spirit open to the Spirit’s guidance.  Jesus did not see prayer as an option. He...

Altar call | A spacious place

OPINION —  As sudden as a lightning strike, a severe pain in my lower abdomen got my complete attention. One minute I was watching a football game; the next I was focused entirely on the sudden pain in my stomach. Assuming it would soon pass, I sat very still....
Altar Call | You can wear a morning face

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...

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Altar Call | You can wear a morning face

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,...

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Altar Call | You can wear a morning face

Altar call | Opening blind eyes

My dear friend shared these somber words with me during a recent visit: “I am legally blind.” She can still see, but barely. “I cannot recognize a...

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Altar Call | You can wear a morning face

Altar Call | Going home

Going home was a wonderful experience for me during my first 18 years. I rode a yellow school bus ten miles to school. I loved school but I was glad...

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