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.
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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.
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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.