Sometimes I don’t think. I always feel but sometimes I just don’t think. It is common for me to drive right past the entrance to a restaurant two or three times before it dawns on me what I am doing. I sort of “feel” my way through life and forget to think.

I have always loved Canadian Geese. I think they are beautiful birds. I love to stand outside on a cool autumn evening and listen to them honk by low overhead. I love to see their silhouette pass before an autumn moon. I’m not sure geese feel the same way about me.

About to go to bed at the end of a difficult day I did not want my spirit clouded by darkeness so I wrote out this prayer:
“God of Heaven; Make me mighty in spirit so I can inspire others to be mighty in spirit. I would like the gift of a robust spiritual appetite so I will grow into a man with a big, healthy soul. Never allow me to descend to flounder in the foul swamp of pettiness. Help me see beyond the sinfulness of …

A few years ago I worked with a pair of brothers in Ohio named Denny and Glenn Allen. They were great guys, farm boys. Best of the best. Just your fine, salt-of-the-earth types. They were talented men just full of horse sense like farm boys tend to be and they were my friends. Both of them made major contributions to my life. I hope I have to theirs too although it’s been about eight years since we worked together.

Grace and Mercy are such attractive qualities when you experience them first hand. I’m glad I don’t have to tell you all the foolish and sinful things I have done in my lifetime. I will say they are many and dark and they make the message of the cross very sweet to me.