Story Time. (Wyatt trilogy, part 2)
My grandson Wyatt loves trains. When he sees or hears a train his body quivers. Once when he was two...
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).
My grandson Wyatt loves trains. When he sees or hears a train his body quivers. Once when he was two...
So, I’m driving my 4-year-old grandson Wyatt home after an all day visit at our house. He’s strapped snugly in his car...
June 2019 (2 years after retirement) Lately, I’ve been thinking about writing. About missing it, actually. For 40 years before...
The three most popular nonprescription drugs are alcohol, tobacco, and marijuana. Each is harmful to the body and each creates social problems. Of the three, alcohol and tobacco are proven killers. Of those two, tobacco kills only its user (although secondhand smoke is no minor health hazard to others).
Tobacco does not fuel violence toward others.
Nor does pot.
Only alcohol does.
Have you seen that bedraggled man outside of town with the sign: “HELP ME”? I don’t know about you, but that guy bugs me!
That guy bugs me, and Jesus bugs me, too. Jesus bugs me, this I know… (Could be a new song there!)
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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