I wrote this a week ago, but I don't see where I posted it. It's a short list of things I thought about after attending my 50th class reunion, ruminations that floated through frontal cortex on their way to somewhere else. Thoughts on how words are so neat and powerful --to the point I'm amazed we can understand each other at all. And lastly an internal conversation I had with myself on always seeking peace, while resisting the urge to just release the hounds of hate on The Others in my life, based on my interpretation of Romans, chapter 12. (In the course of giving this a final proof-reading, I really get the feeling I DID post this earlier, but for the life of me I can't find it) May 30, Ano Dos Sunday Meditation; After-shocks, Life after “The 50th”. A bit of This 'n That Word Play The Joy of Plowing I’ve changed a lot in recent years, not all for the better, not all for the worse. I now make a conscience effort to steer clear of trigger issues where I am prone
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May 17th, Ano Dos My fellow Classmates and Sojourners, I finally found some time to double check my photos and I had forgotten earlier on Saturday I had taken this picture. I think it is only fitting to include it. I remember as I walked around it, looking for some good view to jump out at me, I seemed to hear the sounds of kids at recess in the my head. I thought of the dreams the students there had dreamed. I wondered if their dreams were much different than ours. Life expectancy was much shorter than now. More parents buried more of their children than we have. There was no Fox News, or CNN or for that matter a TV to watch it on. Some things never change for those who go to rural schools, you know how many days since the last rain, and how many days 'til the next rain is forecast. You can lay in bed under a pile of quilts and by the sound the snow plow blade makes as it goes past your lane you can accurately estimate the snow depth waiting for you to do morning chores. You kno
From the Hermitage; How Math Teachers Can Save the World. 8 de Mayo, Ano Dos A s I was stirring chicken manure into my garden, I t got me th inking about the fact that since the election, I hadn't posted on anything economic or political. Then I remembered why; Those conversations went n-o-o-owhere. That always bothered me. That, I think, is because when I was young and taking catechism class I was fascinated by the God of the O ld T estament. He was a crazy dude , but never shied away from a good argument. Yes, H e may be behind the pile of foreskins out in the parking lot, and yes, he seemed to value females less than males, but he did seem to love a really good argument. In Isaiah 1:18 he says “Come, let us reason together’. In Isaiah 41:21 we hear; "Present your case," says the LORD. "Submit your arguments," says the King of Jacob. Isaiah 1:17 He states, “ …Learn to do right; seek justice and correct the oppressor. Defend the fatherless and plea