July 12, 2004
I figure I'll be about 46 years old when the Freedom Tower is finished.
The local news reported last week that Georgia education officials are considering a new way of teaching math that would "combine concepts from courses in algebra, geometry and trigonometry."
Sometimes a picture can tell the story. In newspapers, we use photographs to lend insight into a situation or put a face to personality.
The day my 33-year-old younger sister, Callie Sweed of Jonesboro died on June 1, I was devastated. I felt like the world had come to an end that day and my heart was very heavy. I had never lost anyone so dear and so close in all my life. I was beside myself - wondering and searching myself, trying to figure out how I would get through a loss that was real. My sister had been hospitalized since April and diagnosed with a horrible condition called calciphylaxis. This is painful and deadly condition that affects a small percentage of patients experiencing renal failure. At the time I didn't truly understand what this horrible disease was and just how serious it was. I only knew it as a name. It didn't ring a bell like other medical conditions do such as cancer, diabetes, and heart disease. My sister's medical challenges began as early as age 12 when she was diagnosed with diabetes, and thereafter sickness and disease began to plague her body year after year. Time and time again she had to inject herself with insulin. As she entered adulthood, her life became a revolving door of in-and-out of doctors' offices, purchasing maintenance drugs, hospitalizations and shut-ins at home from not feeling well. It just wasn't fair. She had to deal with so much and my cares were light. The day she died, processing the fact that she was gone, was just as hard as processing how I would get through the day. In order to find some answers, I knew immediately who I had to talk to. Though my heart was heavy and wracked with pain simultaneously, because I'm already a part of him, without hesitation, I went straight to God. I told him how I was struggling, especially since I had been praying and asking him to save her and not to let her go so soon. In the preceeding weeks my prayer to him had been, "Father, she is too young, she hasn't lived half her life yet, please let her live longer." That day, I spoke to God several times, saying, "Oh Lord, this is just not happening, it just can't be happening." As a result, my conversations with Him that day helped me to ultimately believe in Him more, and to most importantly perceive His great and wondrous powers. It was that day I recognized that my own spiritual relationship with him had gone full circle. As a Christian I had personally experienced His ultimate reason for coming to this earth, his ultimate mission. It was then and only then that my pain eased up and my perplexed mind became clearer. I now could breath, smile and feel good on the inside, knowing that the most ultimate creation in this world now held my sister in his hands. My pain began to subside. As preparation for her funeral got under way, I was immediately prompted to speak at her funeral. I decided to read a poem at the service. The poem I wrote the night before the funeral was my dedication to her, thanking her for being my sister. I titled the poem, "My Dear Sister Callie and have included it here.
By Ed Brock
Clayton County Links
By Ed Brock
Cries of outrage have accompanied the Republican Party's concerted efforts to turn conservative churches into political organizing institutions.
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The words were not out of John Kerry's mouth announcing his choice for vice president when the attack machine began to try to dismantle North Carolina Sen. John Edwards.
By Greg Gelpi
With an empty smile and a nonchalant wave of the hand, it was all OK.
By Ed Brock