Perfect Love

I remember back when I was a kid. We were in the car on our way home from some place. My dad was driving as was usual. My mom knew how to drive, but she quit driving when I was about four because it made her too nervous. My father was not allowed to drive on the freeways when she was in the car. Anyway, there we were, stopped at an intersection, when a fellow riding a horse started to cross the street. Something must have spooked the horse, because it reared back and the rider fell off. There he lay in the middle of the street writhing in pain. My father immediately jumped out of the car and into...
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Pennies

When I was a kid, I used to like puzzle books.  You know the kind.  There would be the puzzle that showed six clowns that looked very much the same and then ask which one was different.  Or there would be the picture in which you were supposed to find various things.  Later on, I would come to love books of brain teasers, seemingly impossible puzzles to reason out, some of which required hours to suss out. I remember one puzzle in particular, regarding some pennies, that drove me nuts.  You have twelve pennies, one of which is counterfeit.  The fake coin is either heavier or lighter than...
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A Christian Nation?

I’m getting a little tired of conservatives calling America a “Christian” nation.  There is nothing Christian about it.  Our nation’s government was not founded by Christians, nor was it founded upon Christian principles.  And although the organized church has long held hands with the government, there is precious little in the practice of the organized Christian church that resembles the teachings of Jesus.   Thomas Jefferson said in his autobiography concerning the preamble of the constitution, “Where the preamble declares, that coercion is a departure from the plan of the...
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Barbwire Underwear

One of the things that drive people crazy about religions in general, and about Christianity in particular, is this perverse need many followers have to suffer. For some reason, these fanatics have equated a letting go of the world with the need to wear barbed wire underwear. In Ireland, every year, thousands of people walk up the craggy slope of a mountain called Croke Patrick in bare feet, in order to suffer. For hundreds of years, monks and nuns, and penitent pilgrims have worn hair shirts and flagellated themselves in order to suffer agony in the idea that somehow all this pain and suffering...
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Love

I once had a girl friend, many years before I met my wife, Becky, and I loved her very much. We had, I thought, a good relationship. So I felt as though I had been hit with a sledgehammer in the chest when she confessed to me that she had cheated on me while she was away at school. I didn’t know how to respond. I was angry, sure, and I felt betrayed, but mostly, I felt unloved. She felt terribly guilty. She wept bitterly. She apologized again and again. She had known that what she had done was inexcusable and didn’t offer any. She told me she couldn’t see how she could continue our relationship...
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Life and Death

When I was about ten or eleven I asked my mom to buy me a mouse at Woolworths.  For those of you who don’t remember Woolworth, it was a dime store.  For those of you who don’t remember dime stores, #!&# you!  Anyway, I asked for a mouse.  So I got one.  My mom bought me a mouse and a small cage.  It was a little black mouse and it came from the cage marked “males”.  The case was mismarked.  At least, I’m pretty sure it was because a few weeks later, I was surprised by a parcel of tiny, naked, pink little baby mice.  It was fun watching them transform from little naked pink...
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Food for Thought

There is an old saying that we all know. You are what you eat. I never understood that statement, not really, until I had some health and nutrition classes in college. And even then it didn’t really hit me. It wasn’t until I started working out a lot that I came to understand that the food we eat is literally what makes our bodies. Our bodies renew themselves on the average of every seven years. In fact, certain tissues renew faster, and others a little slower. But the average is every seven years. That means that the you that exists now is not the same you that existed seven years ago. Everything...
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Three

I like to think of myself as a scientific sort of guy. I find science fascinating, especially physics and astronomy. And I like to think I have a passing understanding in most of the sciences, and well I should have, since I had to teach science to a bunch of children year after year, (over 700 of them in the 28 years I taught, I reckon). But I will confess one thing. I don’t begin to understand television. I understand electricity. Electrons moving make perfect sense to me. I have no problem with that. But then, when I think of taking a picture, moving or otherwise, and converting that picture...
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Happy Birthday

One of the really less than enjoyable aspects of being a teacher is to have to give grades. No, it’s not that it’s hard to pass judgment on someone’s ability to perform math or to write an essay (although that’s not the easiest thing to do), it’s the labor of it. You have to add up all the students’ grades and then average them in order to figure out what grade they deserve. That’s why I had a grade book program for my computer. I simply input the grades and the computer told me what grade the student should get. I am glad we don’t have to do that anymore! I don’t know what I...
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Up

People ask me how to find God. I say turn left at Pat Robertson. Seriously, there are scores of people out there looking for something. There are the followers of Scientology. Others look for God in drugs, or in organized religions, which are not so different sometimes. Karl Marx said that religion was the opiate of the people. A hundred and fifty years later, opium (or other substances) is the religion of the people. The certain thing is that people feel empty. And everyone is trying to fill that emptiness with something. Some people use alcohol. Others use children. Others use their jobs. But...
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