I used to have some really interesting discussions with a couple of guys at work. Both were regular churchgoers and Christians, though they often disagreed with each other on certain religious points. How often they disagreed fascinated me, since they both believed in Jesus and the Bible and had their sabbath on Saturday; I just couldn’t figure out how they could have such heated debates on the specifics of their faith. In fact, they seemed to agree only when I…
Note: Read aloud I was not on the soggy lawn, talking with Farmer Bob or Harmless Todd, gnawing on cob, or watching the dogs, donkeys, hogs, and other livestock squawking or hee-hawing in the lofts or stalls and gobbling or hobbling or pawing since dawn. I was not at the mall with Roger the Jock, or father, or Don the doddering father’s father, walking along at a crawl with the mob that bothers to shop and stop and shop and…
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Seven seems to be a magic number. If you break a mirror, you will have seven years of bad luck. If you marry, you start to feel a restless itch after seven years. If you plan to sue anybody for certain crimes, you have seven years before you reach a statute of limitations. Well… it’s been close to seven years since I’ve moved away from my parent’s house, and only now do I feel like a completely new person. When…