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Farewell to General Don Crowley
If you have been following my blog for any length of time then you know I write about people who have impacted my life and recently died. Don Crowley (1932-2015)…
Those Wise Guys – Finale
As I watched the wise men head for home in my imaginative musings, I was left with a handful of questions to ponder. If the Jewish spiritual leaders were aware…
Those Wise Guys – Part 4
Have you ever faced a situation where you had been rehearsing what you would say, only to find that when the time came, your speech fell flat on the floor? …
Those Wise Guys – Part 3
The landscape deepened into tones of gray as the wise men on their camels, their entourage in their midst, lumbered along the western road. Knowing that their journey was almost…
Those Wise Guys – Part 2
“Where is the one who has been born King of the Jews? For we have seen his star as it rose, and have come to worship him,” the wise men…
Those Wise Guys – Part 1
I’m talking about those foreign dignitaries who visited the child Jesus in Bethlehem – the story of Epiphany – as described in Matthew 2. This past week, rereading this story…
Lovin’ into the Kingdom
A few days ago I posted on Facebook an accusatory single sentence directed at a celebrity whose name I shall refrain from repeating here. I wrote the post at night,…
Memory and Forgiveness
A number of years ago a young man was murdered. If this were the slug of a news story, or perhaps the first line of a novel, it leaves a…
Resonating with God
I recently purchased for the first time a set of Augustine classical guitar strings. Upon installing them on my guitar, I immediately noticed that when playing an A on the…
Praying With My Pencil” —Greg Asimakoupoulos
Now I sit me down
to think
and jot a prayer
with lead or ink.
If I should wake
before I die,
I ask you, Lord,
to help me try
to live each day
for what it’s worth
and make some meaning
of my birth.