THE DIMMING OF THE DAY
Last Sunday evening Paula and I sat on a small balcony outside our third-story room at the Waterside Inn in Chincoteague watching the sun sink slowly over the bay.
Randall "Randy" Tremba was born and raised in Youngstown, Ohio. He took a bachelor of arts in philosophy at Wheaton College, Illinois (1969), a master’s of divinity at Fuller Theological Seminary, Pasadena,California (1973), and a doctor of ministry at Princeton Seminary (1992). He was installed as minister of the Shepherdstown (WV) Presbyterian Church in July 1976. Forty-one years later he retired. In between, he married Paula, became a parent (Jonah, Nathanael, Amanda) and a grandfather, founded the Rumsey Radio Hour (1990), and co-founded the Shepherdstown Good News Paper with Ed Zahniser (May 1979).
Last Sunday evening Paula and I sat on a small balcony outside our third-story room at the Waterside Inn in Chincoteague watching the sun sink slowly over the bay.
Last Saturday I went to a garden party to celebrate the publication of Steve Altman’s new book. It’s a 202-sonnet homage to John Keats. Oh, boy!
In California, we were required to wear masks in all public places. Same with Oregon and Washington. And then we crossed into Idaho.
This past weekend I saw two sons of Shepherdstown—one in a wheelchair, the other in an enduring funk. Each has been through countless rehabs. One has triumphed over tragedy. The other still struggles.
On Saturday, September 11, a motley group of people gathered at The Folly outside Shepherdstown to raise funds for a friend. Sarah, a mother of four children, has stage 4 breast cancer.
My friend died suddenly last month. He was 91. I was shocked and saddened. I also felt guilty.
Last month one of my Albuquerque granddaughters worked on my nature trail nearly every day.
In case you missed the postscript last Sunday, here it is again.
I fell in love with Jane in Anthropology 101 class my sophomore year in college. She was tall, slender, and beautiful.
I just met the most amazing person, and I can’t wait to tell you about her.
Thanks to Old Scratch I’ll be posting a reflection on something I find remarkable in and around my world most every Sunday morning.
Read more about the devil’s role in my life in “This Little Light of Mine” under Let Love Arise in the menu bar.
The moon eclipsed the sun on Monday. I'll get to that. But first let's take my puppy for a walk.
I lean Quaker, but I’m not comfortable with absolute pacifism.
Today is Easter. I’ll get to that. But first an apology.
Last night I had the strangest dream. I was watching the presidential debate between the venerable president and his cantankerous challenger.
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