Walt Albritton Articles

Altar Call | The paradox of strength in weakness

OPINION —My seminary training for ministry was equally divided between Vanderbilt University and Emory University. When the Methodist General Conference in 1972 terminated the work I was doing for the Methodist Publishing House, I was offered a similar editorial...

Altar Call | When pain gives way to compassion

OPINION —  I grew up realizing that we all live in a world of tribulation. My pastors reminded me that Jesus had assured us life would not be easy when he said, “These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have...

Altar Call | Words linger to bless or hurt

I am writing this on Thursday, Jan. 15, 2026. This day is the first anniversary of the death of my son, John Mark Albritton. He was 65. Since last words are important, I wish I could remember Mark’s last words to me. I cannot because on the day he died, he could...

Altar Call | Doorway to strength

OPINION — “There is a certain way,” Milton says, “through weakness to the highest strength.” For four years I have struggled with my weakness, sometimes resenting it, always searching for the “strength” to endure it. When Milton says “the Apostle shows” the way, he is...
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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