It was one of the most memorable episodes in our story. And yes, Handel’s Messiah was the focus. It was our first Christmas as a young married couple. Lois asked me if I would pick up some Christmas music on the way home from work. This was back when music stores were a thing.
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Let’s get this out of the way up front. The City of Jerusalem is a Holy City to two faiths, not three. The Old and New Testaments mention Jerusalem throughout. The City is firmly embedded, root and branch in Judaism and Christianity.
For reasons that escape me, the enemies of Western Civilization feel the need to purge their ranks. The Left is consistent if nothing else.
What is most puzzling is that they are ridding themselves of some of their most useful voices with no help from the Normals.
You would have thought by now, having been shown how to win, that the Republicans would have gotten on board. The lessons from the Roy Moore and Al Franken kerfuffle are the same lessons that Republicans should have drawn from Watergate 45 years ago. Some Conservatives have, particularly in light of last year’s astonishing victory, but far too many keep to the old loser’s playbook.
A man walks into a Church. Heeding the Apostle Paul’s call to assemble together. Seeking fellowship, seeking to draw closer to his creator. It’s a typical Sunday in Sutherland Springs, Tx. Or it should have been.
I need to get a better hobby.
A communist will tell you that communism has never worked because the right people never tried it. I guess the right people have always tried capitalism.
True Racism is never punished. Pretend Racism? There is no end to it. Ask any easily offended liberal. (Yeah, redundant).
It’s a wet Columbus Day. Tropical Depression Nate passed through Pennsylvania this morning on its way the New England. The Garden is full of surprises.
A better gardener than I would have everything pulled up and covered by now, but I can’t bring myself to do it just yet.
The Marigolds remain in brilliant bloom. They have grown so resilient the wild Morning Glories have twisted themselves around their stems, using them as trellises.
The Creator has his schedule. Clearly.
It only takes one. One guy to screw things up. Because life is a highway. Great when it functions as designed. Beyond aggravating when it doesn’t.
The trail behind me is littered with failure. We’ll see about the trail before me.
