The Devil's Gift

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.

It’s not easy being the chosen people of God. I mean it’s like being the teacher’s pet. I don’t care how smart, friendly, or helpful you are, people will hate you.

Because of the ick factor, I’ll keep this short. Think of it as a Public Service Announcement.

The road of life is a rough road. That can’t be helped.. Wear good shoes.