I actually have a little boy in my church who loves to go to school.  He loves it, not just during the normal school year and normal school hours, but when there are after-school hours and summer classes! 

 

I have never had the privilege of being addressed as “Dad,” or as “Daddy,” but, having entered into a marriage replete with three fully-grown stepdaughters, I have come to know the pleasure of being identified as “Pop-Pop” to my lovely little granddaughter.

Three quarters of a blissful year were spent within the hospitable lair of my dear lady’s womb.  We had everything that we needed, did me brother and me:  nourishment, companionship and love – more love than perhaps was necessary, but by no means were we looking to complain.  We were hoarders back then; glad we were, as today we must draw large draughts from the reserve that was laid back in the day – a day in which we lived, moved and had our being within our dear mum’s belly of maternal love.

 

Winter has been back-and-forth, with one day sunny and balmy and the next cold and brusque.  And, just when spring appears to have won – Voila! – A winter storm strikes.

It has been a natural metaphor for the reality of Life, and Death – and Life.

 

March 17 is St. Patrick’s Day!  Festivities and mirth abound, awash amidst parades and parties and all-things green. 

“I love ice cream!”  No; you don’t.  You like ice cream.  You may desire it with an

It is a new world order.  A new President is arriving in Washington, one few expected even a year ago.  It will be riveting to see how things play out over the next four years.

Time does fly; does it not?  To where has the year gone?  I have no doubt that, at least for us adults, it has absolutely flown by us!

 

We have enjoyed or endured the hottest summer on record.  We are currently ensconced in a drought.  We now bear witness to

A missionary friend who has served for many years in Thailand