IAN PAISLEY
Ian Paisley was a hate-spewing Presbyterian minister. He made my blood boil.
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.
I don’t like half the people I love.
The world is doing better than it has for a long time.
When it comes to peace, I’m a hopeful pessimist. I don’t expect the advent of peace anytime soon.
Doom and gloom fills the news these days. So it’s a good time to light the Advent candle of hope and call to mind signs of hope.
This Thanksgiving I will thank my lucky stars for the chance to know Benita Keller, to witness her bodacious life and beautiful work.
Last Saturday I saw my grandfather’s tombstone for the first time. Jacob Tremba died in 1922 at the age of 53, leaving a wife and 10 children behind.
Part 1 ended with the Dalai Lama standing on my porch.
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.
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.
The moon eclipsed the sun on Monday. I'll get to that. But first let's take my puppy for a walk.
I lean Quaker, but I’m not comfortable with absolute pacifism.
Today is Easter. I’ll get to that. But first an apology.
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