My old friend moved away. He didn’t want to but he had to, he said. He’d lost the ranch along...
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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.
Jay Hurley died last Saturday. A sad day for our town. A sad day for hundreds of his fans and friends.
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