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I had a friend who treated the Bible as if it were the ultimate puzzle book filled with anagrams, numerology, mystic secrets and cryptic messages formed from taking letters out of context and forming words in English.  I never could get him to understand that...

I settled down for a comfortable evening of reading book reports from my Human Development course.  I believe I was reading my fifth paper when I came across the following sentence. “ Inherent in the epistolary format of the book is the idea that language...

It was heartbreaking to watch.  The ice cream man, who drives too fast, was being chased by a little girl with her money in hand.  Finally her little legs stopped running as she wistfully watched the truck round the corner. It was too late. But...

My wife loves accounting.  Being that her father was an auditor it makes sense that she loves balancing books.  She approaches an out of balance checkbook with the zeal of a puzzle master.  I think that is why she allows me to write checks.  She...

Something truly eerie was happening at our house.  Our garage door would open and close at its own will and not open and close when we wanted it to do so.  In the middle of the night it would open and yet when I would...

Today was in the 50’s, overcast, a tiny bit drizzly and very calm.  It was a perfect fall day for cutting firewood.  I fired up my old trusty chainsaw and went to the woodpile.  I labored through the first log and started on the second...

What I am about to say will set off alarm bells in the brains of Bible students who know about the Mark of the Beast as described in the book of Revelation.  The \ Mark of the Beast traditionally has something to do with a...

Summer has been vandalized.  In the quiet of the night graffiti artists silently plied their skills and somehow whisked across the tops of our trees spraying red and gold.  If only I could catch these rascals, but they seem to know when I am not...

Recently I listened to an art critic rave about the creative intelligent design of a modern painting. What fascinated me was the critic went on to talk about the genius of it and something so grand could not have happened by accident; even though it...

This afternoon on our way into our BJ’s (Costco lookalike) a car came up on my bumper blinking her lights.  I waved.  When we passed the main door I paused to wait for a family with a cartful and children in tow to cross in...