When humanity finally figured out a way to reach the stars, and found intelligent life there, there was an inevitable result. Missionaries. Some of the missionaries were sensitive an helpful, in their own way. Some, not so much. For Delbert, the landing on the newly discovered planet was inevitable. There weren’t that many, but even…
In everything, give thanks. At every time, even when it’s time to do something unpleasant, In every place, even where you don’t want to go, In every way, even sometimes in ways you find strange, For every one, even the people you really don’t like, For every privilege, even those you’d rather not acknowledge, For…
Why? Why? … says Jacob. … asks Israel. My Lord doesn’t even notice As justice slinks away. Don’t you know? Haven’t you heard? Eternal God, Creator of the Universe Doesn’t tire Doesn’t wear out. Just try to find something God doesn’t understand! Giving strength to the weary Great power to the powerless Even the young…
Having imbibed a fair amount of pro-small-town prejudice in the form of Hallmark Christmas movies (which I actually find relaxing in spite of this), I thought I’d retaliate with a link to my short story About Those Small Town Values, first posted in 2010.
The day after the election, 99,643 supporters of That Other Guy who didn’t have time to make it to the polls breathed a sigh of relief and said to themselves, “It’s OK since my one vote wouldn’t have mattered anyhow!”
After a lifetime following cryptic clues, digging in difficult locations, and making the most careful of measurements, the archaeologist stood in an empty space, clearly untouched for eons, showing no evidence of use, and read the inscription: Here lie all the treasures plundered from distant lands in our glorious past. (Featured image credit: Openclipart.org.)
“Where am I?” he asked.
“In a hospital room,” a deep and measured voice responded. He noticed then that things were a bit clearer, and his surroundings did, indeed, look like a hospital room. He felt a bit disoriented, trying to place “hospital room” into some sort of context. It might have been “universe” for all he could remember.
A couple of days ago I received an e-mail response to something I had published. It was not an agreement, but another view, well-expressed, which is more valuable than agreement. The author of that e-mail, Joseph Cox, also blogs at TorahShorts.com. It’s a fascinating site, because he uses stories set in modern times to help…
Everything has its season. Each purpose has its time. A time for birth, a time for death. A time to put in, a time to pull out. A time to kill, a time to heal. A time to demolish, a time to construct. A time to cry, a time to laugh. A time to lament,…
