KEEP HOPE ALIVE
Tonight there’s a child bathed in goodness and light and another bathed in hatred and bitterness plotting death and destruction for its mortal enemy.
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).
Tonight there’s a child bathed in goodness and light and another bathed in hatred and bitterness plotting death and destruction for its mortal enemy.
Once upon a time, I believed in Santa. I believed he was as real as my Uncle Rufus who lived in Georgia.
I was glad for a recent dental appointment. It was a relief to walk into a place not named “hospice.”
Jay Hurley died last Saturday. A sad day for our town. A sad day for hundreds of his fans and friends.
I visited a friend at Hospice of the Panhandle—the second friend admitted there in just four weeks.
This is a time to weep for the world. So I offer you this song of lament from Sinead O’Connor based directly on Isaiah chapter five.
The Lord was sorry that he had made humans. —Genesis 6.6
I heard an old friend was in hospice. We were friends but not close. Should I visit? Must I visit?
I was raised evangelical. I was weaned on love for Israel. I was a Christian Zionist.
We all marry a stranger.
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.
There had to be a sequel to last week’s post: “Know thyself.” Here it is: “Love yourself.” Knowing is good. Loving is better.
“Know thyself” sounds like good advice until you try it and end up down a rabbit hole, or in a hall of mirrors.
I met a Brood X cicada who spoke English. She agreed to an interview with The Devil’s Gift.
An old friend wanted to go on a bike ride during my blog writing hours. Friend or not, I mustn't give in to temptation or my work will suffer.
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