THE BUG LADY
I visited a friend at Hospice of the Panhandle—the second friend admitted there in just four weeks.
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.
By chance, my seat mate at the O’s game last Sunday was an old guy. We bonded instantly. Old people find each other fascinating.
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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