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Well. Haven't been here in awhile. Yet another Hallowe'en has come and gone and the usual suspects have appeared on cue to reclaim this horrible bloodthirsty festival from paganism. Nary a clue amongst them that perhaps the Church might have done exactly that well over a millennium ago. All Hallows'

After Harold Camping's reported stroke I hesitated to comment on his end of the world prediction, but, hey: He started it. Predicting the Parousia on the May long weekend, no less. What some people won't do to score a campsite in K - country! And here we are, most of

Always some ambivalence as I contemplate the Baptism service every year: on the one hand - Joy. Good thing I'm singing anyhow or the rocks and I would be working out three-part harmonies. On the other hand - the littlest twinge of jealousy. This very time of year two and

A big, fat rock-star ego is a terrible thing to have.  It can turn you into a legalist at a moment's notice. A body really needs a 'seeing-eye Person' to navigate around the blindness it causes.  Or maybe that's just

The song came grating off the alt-rock station, new to my ear: "What if God was one of us? . . . Just a slob like one of us? . . . Just a stranger on the bus - tryin' to make His way home?" and I went ballistic. The voice had

Thought I'd check out a local megachurch.  I was basking in the music (which was very well-played), grooving with the crowd, and generally being a very small cog in a big God-machine. Gotta do it sometimes.  Then on comes this video (also very well-done) enumerating the things some folks look