I’m Going to Jackson

. . . Tennessee, that is . That’s where you can find Union University, the school that’s proving that Southern Baptist liberal education is not necessarily an oxymoron. Thursday night at 7. Where’s Jackson? Somewhere between Memphis and Nashville. Thank God, once again, for the GPS.

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