My dog Lucy died a week ago Monday. I wept. Queen Elizabeth II died three days later. I didn’t shed a tear.
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Mama said, you can’t hurry love, No, you just have to wait. Love don’t come easy It’s a game of...
This Thanksgiving I will thank my lucky stars for the chance to know Benita Keller, to witness her bodacious life and beautiful work.
Today is Valentine’s Day. I’m not a big fan.
Today is the third Sunday of Advent. The third candle stands for joy. Tonight I will light that candle with a trembling hand and a broken heart.
I read the news this Tuesday past. A young man was found dead in the trunk of his car—shot by...
June 2019 (2 years after retirement) Lately, I’ve been thinking about writing. About missing it, actually. For 40 years before...
The three most popular nonprescription drugs are alcohol, tobacco, and marijuana. Each is harmful to the body and each creates social problems. Of the three, alcohol and tobacco are proven killers. Of those two, tobacco kills only its user (although secondhand smoke is no minor health hazard to others).
Tobacco does not fuel violence toward others.
Nor does pot.
Only alcohol does.
Have you seen that bedraggled man outside of town with the sign: “HELP ME”? I don’t know about you, but that guy bugs me!
That guy bugs me, and Jesus bugs me, too. Jesus bugs me, this I know… (Could be a new song there!)
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Thanks to Old Scratch I’ll be posting a reflection on something I find remarkable in and around my world most every Sunday morning.
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Suddenly the door burst open. Audrey (not her real name) stomped in, leaned against the wall, folded her arms across her chest, and glared. At me, at the room, at the world.
There’s no empirical evidence to prove prayer works. And yet we still pray.
King prayed. But the "Serenity Prayer" was not his kind of prayer.
I first heard of New Year’s resolutions in high school. Several classmates were making a list. I made a list and happily told my parents. They frowned.