A HALLOWEEN STORY
The devil paid me a visit this week. He’d let himself in. (The devil never knocks.)
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).
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.
My dog Lucy died a week ago Monday. I wept. Queen Elizabeth II died three days later. I didn’t shed a tear.
Lucy, our beloved Lucy, is dead.
The medical-pharmaceutical complex snared another golden goose. Me. More precisely, my body
All my life I’ve been waiting for one thing after another.
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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