Snow Flakes and Prayers

Snowflakes & Prayers  –  Scuttlebutt from the Pulpit I sat in the predawn darkness praying and watching the uncountable swirling snowflakes in the halo of the street light. Many thoughts about them came into mind as I prayed. It never ceases to amaze me that something so fragile, so feather …

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Tattered Wings

I recall a summer like this circa 1985 or so. High temperatures everyday. No rain, no summer breeze. Just hot, sticky. Back then I was one of the owners of Odd’s Bodkin, a Jean store and video rental outlet. Everyday after work, we could hardly wait to lock up for …

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