Bread & Circuses
I’m told this is our “Hong Kong moment.” Marches, letters, petitions, and sham trials aren’t getting it done. It’s time to flood the streets and stay until the revolution is over.
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’m told this is our “Hong Kong moment.” Marches, letters, petitions, and sham trials aren’t getting it done. It’s time to flood the streets and stay until the revolution is over.
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