Reflecting on 10-1/2 years and 500 issues of publishing Weekly Baptist Roundup 
by Bill Jones

I just finished writing my column “A word from Bill Jones,” followed by proofreading of every last word and every last link in the last-ever issue – # 500 – of my Weekly Baptist Roundup e-newsletter. Every link but one, that is. I want to use this blog post to jot down a few reflections Read more . . .

Ten months after Joanna’s passing . . . music, memories, and lumps in the throat 
by Bill Jones

(Scroll to the end for links to my previous 10 blog tributes to Joanna since her passing.) There is much in life that is a matter of perspective, much that is open to interpretation, subject to our personal experience and understanding. For instance, as much as many of us would like to enforce our religious Read more . . .

After 500 issues & 10-1/2 years, Weekly Baptist Roundup is heading for ‘the last roundup’ 
by Bill Jones

To my Weekly Baptist Roundup family, The Weekly Baptist Roundup issue of Saturday, December 18, 2021, will be issue no. 500. That number is hard for me to fathom, but it represents 10-1/2 years – except for a 10-month “hiatus” after Texas Baptists Committed ended operations in August 2017. In May 2018, I told Joanna that Read more . . .

12/1/81, a great day as we became parents for the first time . . . Alison turns 40! 
by Bill Jones

(Scroll to the end for links to my previous 9 blog tributes to Joanna since her passing.) This time of year – Thanksgiving week and the days following – have had an extra-special meaning for our family through the years. This year, Travis’s birthday – November 25 – fell on Thanksgiving Day. He turned 36. Read more . . .

Journeying with Joanna . . . Photo memories from a half-century (almost) of our travels together 
by Bill Jones

(Scroll down for links to my previous 8 blog tributes to Joanna since her passing.) Joanna passed away 9 months ago today on Feb. 14. Somehow, the days, weeks, and months keep moving along, and I keep half-expecting to see Joanna “reappear” around every corner I turn, even though I know that’s not going to Read more . . .

Academic freedom at Baptist colleges and universities 
by David Sallee, President, William Jewell College, retired

(Editor’s note: David Sallee – then president of William Jewell College in Liberty, MO, since retired – wrote this post originally, at my request, as a “Baptist Reflections” article for the Texas Baptists Committed Web site, published on October 17, 2008. It is republished here, verbatim, in its entirety. The principles that David sets forth Read more . . .

Milestones from my life: 40 years ago today, I was promoted to management 
by Bill Jones

Forty years ago tonight – October 7, 1981, Joanna and I were celebrating my promotion to management as a supervisor with Mountain Bell Telephone Company in Denver. It was an exciting time, a meaningful achievement. So how did I get to that point? When I was in college, being a manager/supervisor with the phone company Read more . . .

Pictures, pictures, pictures . . . remembering my wonderful trip with Joanna to Hong Kong, Beijing, and Macao 10 years ago this week 
by Bill Jones

(Scroll down for links to my previous blog tributes to Joanna since her passing.) It’s been 7 months since I lost the love of my life, and it isn’t getting any easier – for me or my kids and grandkids. Some have said that grief is a weird thing, in that it affects us in Read more . . .

Joanna and I were married 45 years ago today . . . Missing her and celebrating her 
by Bill Jones

(Scroll down for links to my previous blog tributes to Joanna since her passing.) September 4, 1976, 3 p.m., University Baptist Church, Shawnee, Oklahoma. Joanna and I were married 45 years ago today. We couldn’t have imagined last year, when we ate out at Sushi Marquee to celebrate our 44th anniversary, that it would be Read more . . .

Six months after Joanna’s passing . . . remembering her humor and all that she meant to me 
by Bill Jones

(Scroll to the end for links to my previous blog tributes to Joanna since her passing.) For the past few months, our church’s parish nurse has been sending me a series of books about grief. The third in that series arrived today. In the letter accompanying it, she urged me to grieve at my own Read more . . .