Oh, my aching back.
And: Deo gratias for my aching back.
Interesting: Grover seems to have invaded a corner of my “home office” space.
I tried hard not to be jealous when a friend told me about his plans to spend this weekend skiing in Colorado. Then he sent a photo of the view he’s enjoying in Telluride.
In recent weeks, I encountered a couple of ancient Rolling Stones – more venerable even than Mick Jagger and Keith Richards.
Wandering into – and through – the mission field: It’s not an exercise meant to boost self-confidence, I’ve decided. (An insight, perhaps, that qualifies me for a DMO degree – Divine Master of the Obvious).
Or perhaps it’s not obvious at all. For we are treated this week to a front row seat, as three separate scriptural characters stumble upon a seemingly simple tidbit of self-awareness.
Footnotes and throw-away lines can sometimes be the most fruitful parts of scripture study for me.
What an odd thing to exalt, the cross.
Most folks who call St. Louis “home” can’t imagine our city without its trademark monument – the Gateway Arch. But we know now that the gleaming structure is not impervious to the elements.
Yosemite is beautiful this time of year. Or so I hear.
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