TRAPPED IN CHURCH
Last Sunday I thought I was only going into a church building. But, alas, I ended up trapped in a church service.
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 I thought I was only going into a church building. But, alas, I ended up trapped in a church service.
Our national Day of Thanksgiving and a national Day of Mourning occur this week.
My blog post last week ended with a challenge: What is one thing we can do to strengthen democracy? Here’s a sampler of replies along with “the winner.”
In case you hadn’t heard: The world ends on Tuesday.
The devil paid me a visit this week. He’d let himself in. (The devil never knocks.)
If I get to choose when and where to die, it would be right here, immersed in this soundscape with my family and friends sitting close by.
I don’t believe in thoughts and prayers. I don’t believe in tarot, Ouija or I Ching. I don’t believe in providence, fate, or luck.
What do the following people have in common? Cher, Anderson Cooper, Henry (“the Fonz”) Winkler, Whoopi Goldberg, Richard Branson, Keira Knightley, Albert Einstein, Robin Williams.
Last Sunday we gathered to pay tribute to the snake guy’s bodacious life and noble work. But just as we were about to begin something happened.
Death’s been on my mind lately. Three friends buried this month. I’m starting to think I have more dead friends than living ones.
Thanks to Old Scratch I’ll be posting a reflection on something I find remarkable in and around our 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.

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