It is a let down. The Christmas tree which carried a hefty price tag on Christmas Eve is worthless and at my house I have to pay to have it hauled away. The presents which were chosen and wrapped with care are scattered and a huge bag of crumpled paper helps kindle a fire. The greatly anticipated company has come and gone. The refrigerator is full of leftovers. The after-Christmas sales with the pushing and shoving crowds bent on a bargain reveal the whole tawdry celebration for what it has become. Everyone moves about as if in a hangover. It is the day after Christmas.
If Baptists had bishops (and they don’t), the bishop of the Blackwater Baptist Association was Ira D. “Tuck” Hudgins. He filled the role of elder statesman, counselor and pulpit supply until his death on April 28 at age 91.