RESURRECTION (A week later)
I saw Jesus napping in a hammock in my backyard. A transistor radio lay on his chest.
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).
I saw Jesus napping in a hammock in my backyard. A transistor radio lay on his chest.
Today is the first day of Easter. Today is also the last day of Passover. Today is the beginning of one, the end of the other. A rare convergence.
Last Sunday I posed the question: “Are we alone?” The post prompted many comments.
My friend believes extraterrestrial life is out there. I’m skeptical but I’m not a denier.
All my friends are getting old. One just turned 70. Another 90. When I was 30, people that age looked awfully old.
This past Monday, I said yes. I should have said no. And now I regret it.
The most dangerous man in America is dead.
Today is the First Sunday in Lent. I’m not giving up anything. I’m not taking on anything. I’m happy with the way I am.
Today is Valentine’s Day. I’m not a big fan.
I attended tonight’s Super Bowl last year—in a dream. Nothing in that dream will happen tonight. But something nearly as incredible will.
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.
Last night I had the strangest dream. I was watching the presidential debate between the venerable president and his cantankerous challenger.
I don’t like interruptions. Last week my work was interrupted by dogs.
A friend asked me: Are you an atheist? Someone told me you were.
I’ve got happy feet. I’m walking on sunshine.
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