BORN OF A VIRGIN
Today we celebrate the birth of Jesus. The date, place, and circumstances are questionable, doubtful. The myth is not.
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!)
I do not eat with MAGA morons. I eat with respectable people. Jesus didn’t.
Last Sunday I thought I was only going into a church building. But, alas, I ended up trapped in a church service.
Our national Day of Thanksgiving and a national Day of Mourning occur this week.
My blog post last week ended with a challenge: What is one thing we can do to strengthen democracy? Here’s a sampler of replies along with “the winner.”
In case you hadn’t heard: The world ends on Tuesday.
The devil paid me a visit this week. He’d let himself in. (The devil never knocks.)
If I get to choose when and where to die, it would be right here, immersed in this soundscape with my family and friends sitting close by.
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.
I met a Brood X cicada who spoke English. She agreed to an interview with The Devil’s Gift.
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.
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