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...
Altar Call | He took my hand
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Walt Albritton Articles
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,...
Altar Call | Walking around that old rugged cross
OPINION — As we approach the celebration of Easter, it is time once again to take a walk around that old rugged cross. Remembering the sacrifice...
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...
Walter Albritton: The busy life of a man of faith
ALABAMA — At a country setting in the outskirts of Wetumpka near his childhood home, Walter Albritton has authored over 20 books and countless...
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...
An Alter Call | Why churches grow
BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION — There are likely a dozen good reasons why churches grow. The primary reason, of course, is obvious: God gives the...
Altar Call | A salute to the people feeding families
OPINION- Warning: Reading this may cause you to write a check. But you won’t be alone. Writing this has caused me to write a check. Now, read on;...
Altar Call | Surprised by Grace
BY WALT ALBRITTON OPINION — The church is one of Satan’s favorite playgrounds. He delights in getting church members to criticize one another rather...