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.
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.