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The Old Time Jim Crow Religion Revival Meeting
The decision was made. There was a lesson to be learned. The suitcases were packed, and placed in the car. In the early hours of a July morning, my father backed the car out of the garage. We were going… Continue reading
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Sometimes You Just Have to Breathe
Fred and Louise Haisch invited us over to dinner. Terri and I decided to walk. The late afternoon sun wove through the overhanging tree branches, weaving an intricate quilt pattern of shadows and light across the dirt road. There was… Continue reading
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The Environment of Dante’s Inferno
The name David Suzuki is unknown to most people residing in the States. Canadians know him as the host and narrator of the CBC science program The Nature of Things from 1979 until his retirement in 2002. Suzuki taught genetics… Continue reading
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In Response to Comments
A few comments that I received in response to “The Moral Crisis Pricking the Conscience” have led me to put aside the post intended for today. Instead, I will respond to those who have written. Democratic Representative Ritchie Torres addressed… Continue reading
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Croissants, Bagels and Harvard’s Space Anomaly
There is no time of day more underrated than the morning. A cup of coffee with a slice of toast. Personally, I would prefer either a fresh croissant or a fresh bagel. Finding a quality bagel or croissant is difficult.… Continue reading
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The Moral Crisis Pricking the Conscience
When does war become an act of vengeance? The question pricks at the conscience in times of war, political instability, and humanitarian crisis. We again find ourselves in such a period. The question demands a response. Gaza. Palestinians: 59,219 fatalities:… Continue reading
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The Vulnerable and the Venerable Mystery
What does it mean when someone asks you to pray for them? What does the request say about them and you? Prayer is a topic that we relate to public worship, a liturgy. Our engagement in private and personal prayer… Continue reading
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What Lies Hidden
by Carl ten Hoopen “Hogwash.” Fred Haisch slid the sheet of paper across the table. My editor said much the same thing to me the previous evening when I showed her the article. Standing over me, she wore green eyeshades.… Continue reading
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Memory and Loss
This past week I drove past the home of a couple that I briefly had known. Judy and Diane lived next door to me while I lived at a place I came to call Hermits Pond. The following is a… Continue reading
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