The most dangerous man in America is dead.
Today is the First Sunday in Lent. I’m not giving up anything. I’m not taking on anything. I’m happy with the way I am.
Today is Valentine’s Day. I’m not a big fan.
I attended tonight’s Super Bowl last year—in a dream. Nothing in that dream will happen tonight. But something nearly as incredible will.
The insurrection came. The impeachment came. The inauguration came. And then along came Magnolia.
Trump is not Napoleon. The United States is not France. The 19th century is not the 21st. And yet.
A raging mob stormed the Capitol on Wednesday, January 6. Honestly, I’ve felt like doing that myself numerous times.
On the second day of this new year I walked the battlegrounds of Antietam. I’ve walked those grounds many times. But this time was different.
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.
Here’s a post from the archives. October 13, 2019. Not exactly a Christmas theme but it does mention the birth of Jesus.
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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.
In case you didn’t know (or hadn’t noticed), I am a master of divinity.
I'm not sure labels such as fundamentalist, theist, atheist, deist, pantheist, animist, environmentalist, secularist, or humanist are helpful.
My post last Sunday prompted some subscribers to unsubscribe. Only two, but not just any two.
Jesus is dead, I said in my Easter Sunday blog post. A reader disagreed.