Sometimes I lose things. Being old, that doesn’t surprise me. It happens. There are books of which I was sure I knew their whereabouts, then I go to get them out off the shelf, and they aren’t there. And at work I am always losing paperwork. I put some important form down on my desk and then three days later when I need it, it is nowhere to be found. I have even had to request new forms from time to time to replace the ones I’ve lost. And then I once lost a twenty-dollar bill. I had it in my pocket, then later in the day, in the cafeteria, I went to pull it out and it was gone....

I am held fast by chains of fear and yet The day will come when fear will let me go So many fears that I could not forget And many fears to come I do not know When my young days were long I was afraid Of losing love and being left alone I yearned the comfort of my mother’s words My father’s arms as strong as any stone They both held back the perils of the night That I might set my face to the unknown In these dim days I find my fears the same Of being old, and living on my own Without my heart’s true love to hold my hand And comfort me when night begins to fall I fear one day...

It’s funny when you spend a few hours on the freeway watching the cars, how many of the most rude and obnoxious drivers drive around with little fishes, or crosses plastered on their cars. I usually notice the fish just about the same time the driver of the car is greeting me with a gesture that is not usually associated with the Christian religion, and is far from the holy kiss with which the early Christians were advised to greet one another, but then, I guess they don’t realize that we’re Christians as they cut us off. But then Christians have always been good at messing with...

Today we went to visit some family who live close by. It’s always nice to see those people you don’t often get the chance to see because, for some reason, busy schedules and the demands of life always seem to get in the way. Sometimes you get to be with people you haven’t seen since the last Christmas. So, after a few necessary pleasantries, you get to talking with folks and you realize how much you’ve missed them during the year. Before long, you’re chatting as if you’ve never been hanging out together all year. That’s the beautiful thing about love. It...

Well, today is Christmas. And this day always brings images of Mary and Joseph coming into the little town of Bethlehem looking for some place to lay their heads and for Mary to give birth to the child who would grow up to change the world forever, or at least as long as there are people here. It’s a beautiful story; it really is. I hope it’s true, or at least most of it. Of course there are a lot of historical problems with the story. And this all stems from the simple fact that the only sources we have for this story come from two of the gospels, Luke and Matthew. Mark and John both...

God Rest ye, ye olde Democrats You’re finally in control But Lieberman took all your gifts And left you lumps of coal Of course the nations so in debt We’re really in a hole Oh tidings of taxes and of war Taxes and war Oh tidings of taxes and of war The house has passed a health care bill The senate passed one too There’s not much good in either one And so what else is new? The times are better now, they say, Except for me and you Oh tidings of taxes and of war Taxes and war Oh tidings of taxes and of war Obama got a prize for peace While sending us to war The nations going quite insane What’s...

Now this is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about. When his mother Mary was betrothed to Joseph, but before they lived together, she was found with child through the Holy Spirit. Joseph her husband, since he was a righteous man, yet unwilling to expose her to shame, decided to divorce her quietly. Such was his intention when, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary your wife into your home. For it is through the Holy Spirit that this child has been conceived in her. She will bear a son and you are to name him...

Well, I think it’s about time that I delved into the history of Christmas. I know everyone has been waiting for me to tackle this one. The truth is, overdone displays notwithstanding, that I really love the Christmas season. On those rare occasions when I’ve been in the chips I have taken a good deal of pleasure in finding gifts for the people I love. I love everything about Christmas. I love the songs. I love the lights. I love the sappy Christmas movies. I never get tired of It’s a Wonderful Life. And Love Actually is one of my new favorites. I proposed to my wife right before going in...

Back around thirty years ago, I was in a bad way.  I had hurt my back, and as a result of this injury, found myself out of a job.  Then, my wife at the time asked me to leave the house, so I was homeless.  It was lucky for me that my parents lived close by.  They bought a little travel trailer in the same mobile home park in which they lived so I could have a place to live.  It wasn’t much of a trailer.  You could literally sit at the dining table and stir a pot of soup at the same time.  It was tiny.  It was so small I had to get a folding toothbrush. So there I was, broke, lonely, and...

Before there was Jesus there was John the Baptist. John was quite an interesting character. Unfortunately, he pretty much gets lost with all the hoopla over Jesus and all. But John is not just any old goof, you know. The Roman Jewish historian (or is it the Jewish Roman historian) Josephus writes much more about John the Baptist than he does about Jesus, mentioning him by name which he never does exactly about Jesus. In fact, John is a pretty significant dude in at least three religions besides the big C. John is a pretty important figure in Islam, where he is held as one of the prophets of God....