I'm sorting through old papers, letters, and articles. My writing style and interests have changed so much! I had quite an ego going on!(or whatever)1 week ago
Martha and I saw Earl Scruggs and his sons and friends perform last night at the Old Town School of Folk Music. Best show in recent memory.(or whatever)1 week ago
I feel too lazy to delete my email.(or whatever)2 weeks ago
Chunking mansions of Hong Kong is now in the news. Martha and I spent a few weeks there in 1995. JPUSA elevators got nothing on that place.(or whatever)3 weeks ago
A Desperate Kind of Faithful
Look at the feet. A broken bottle of incense lies on the floor. She lies there weeping and kissing the Son of God. She mops her tears with her hair. Some think its disgusting. His money man is sickened by the waste. The Son of God says "When you're forgiven much you love much." This humiliating, messy, desperate attempt at kindness is my kind of story. It illustrates the only kind of faith that fits me.