BIRTHDAY TWINS
Do you have a famous birthday twin. I thought I must. So I did a search on July 5, 1947.
Do you have a famous birthday twin. I thought I must. So I did a search on July 5, 1947.
I believe in love. But I also believe love is not enough.
Suddenly the door burst open. Audrey (not her real name) stomped in, leaned against the wall, folded her arms across her chest, and glared. At me, at the room, at the world.
There’s no empirical evidence to prove prayer works. And yet we still pray.
King prayed. But the “Serenity Prayer” was not his kind of prayer.
I first heard of New Year’s resolutions in high school. Several classmates were making a list. I made a list and happily told my parents. They frowned.
Some say the star of Bethlehem was the conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn. Some say it was a comet, a supernova, or a double occultation of Jupiter by the moon.
Today we celebrate the birth of Jesus. The date, place, and circumstances are questionable, doubtful. The myth is not.
I’ve heard “The Coventry Carol” many times but never paid attention to the lyrics. I thought it was a lullaby. It’s not.
I remember when “old friend” only meant “dear friend.” Now it actually means old. (We have met the geezers and they are us!)
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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