JEFFERSON’S GOD
Jefferson’s god is not the Christian god.
Jefferson’s god is not the Christian god.
Last week I went through hell to get to Hadestown, a Tony award—winning Broadway musical at the National Theater.
Today my father is on my mind. So is Donald Trump.
I went to a birthday party last Saturday. Some friends were unseen, conspicuous by their absence.
I finally met the man I was taught to disdain. I immediately liked him.
My mother was a phenomenologist.
Remember the 1983 movie The Big Chill?
I saw Charles III crowned in Westminster Abbey. I expected Monty Python to save the day. No such luck.
I looked in and around my world for something to occupy my mind, something remarkable. I found nothing, except this.
The Grim Reaper was not by my bedside. Something scarier was.
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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