NIGHT
Today is the third Sunday of Advent. The third candle stands for joy. Tonight I will light that candle with a trembling hand and a broken heart.
Today is the third Sunday of Advent. The third candle stands for joy. Tonight I will light that candle with a trembling hand and a broken heart.
I hear talk of “a long, dark winter.” And I hear talk of “light at the end of the tunnel.”
“Well, what about Thanksgiving?” What about it? It’s contrived, isn’t it?
And yet, seventy-three million Americans voted for the president. How could they?
I worried Tuesday night. I worried the next day. I worried all week
Now that you’re leaving I will say, I did admire a few things about you.
My longtime friend is a secular Jew, which makes him, I think, a humanist. He hasn’t renounced his Judaic heritage, but he takes it with a grain of salt.
Paula and I drove to Frederick this past Sunday to have lunch with two friends we hadn’t seen for what...
The president tested positive for COVID. I gloated. I told myself not to, but I couldn’t stop.
I read the news. I study the polls. I remember. My stomach’s in knots.
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.
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.
Last night I had the strangest dream. I was watching the presidential debate between the venerable president and his cantankerous challenger.
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