Hitler, Mother Teresa, and Me
I have this recurring day dream where I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’m standing in line, in the clouds, though the footing is firm enough. My hands are sweaty. My heart is playing the kettle drum. I see the gates gleaming.* A line of people stretches out behind me...A Funeral, a Wedding, and a Life and Death Lesson in Easter
A Funeral [ File # csp17118221, License # 3291308 ] Licensed through http://www.canstockphoto.com in accordance with the End User License Agreement (http://www.canstockphoto.com/legal.php) (c) Can Stock Photo Inc. / honored A few months after my dad’s funeral my mom...God Come Down: A Christmas Day Reflection
King David was, as usual, in trouble. Somebody or something was after him. Swords, spears, poison, royal duplicity. Or doubts and devils of the internal kind. Not so different from me, or you I suspect. On any given day we need God now and in force....
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