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One of my readers urged me to weigh in on the latest church foolery. Which one? The one in Arizona. I looked it up.
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).
One of my readers urged me to weigh in on the latest church foolery. Which one? The one in Arizona. I looked it up.
I dither a bit on the subject. But when a child asks me if her deceased dog or mother is in heaven, that’s no time to dither.
Our 11-year-old dog is on her last legs. The vet diagnosed renal failure. Lucy doesn’t know it. We do.
Russian tanks are poised on the border of Ukraine. Tanks. Cool. Little Willie would be proud.
Thich Nhat Hanh was a Zen master, a teacher, a sower. He sowed seeds of compassion, justice, and peace.
I heard the buzz about the movie Don’t Look Up. The sci-fi plot intrigued me.
The Bible inspired King’s faith. The Declaration of Independence inspired his dream.
Ian Paisley was a hate-spewing Presbyterian minister. He made my blood boil.
In Ireland, peace is always fragile.
I just finished watching “The Beatles: Get Back”. It’s too damn long! And yet not long enough.
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.

I reached a personal milestone yesterday. Alas, there were no fireworks and no parades.

Soccer is a beautiful game, my sons told me years ago. I couldn’t see what they saw, but I’m beginning to.

I'm a soccer fan but not a fanatic. Alas, the game releases the inner barbarian.

Today is my birthday. I was born in 1947. Let's hear if for the boomers!
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