Pastor Bo: They laid him in a borrowed tomb
A few years ago, I heard one of my very favorite singing groups, the Morrison Sisters, who just so happen to also be my very good friends, sing a song that was new to me. It begins like this:

A few years ago, I heard one of my very favorite singing groups, the Morrison Sisters, who just so happen to also be my very good friends, sing a song that was new to me. It begins like this:

On the next day much people that were come to the feast, when they heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem, 13 took branches of palm trees, and went forth to meet him, and cried, Hosanna: Blessed is the King of Israel that cometh in the name of the Lord. - John 12:12

I have reached that certain age in which a lot of things are starting to change for the worst.

Dana's mother opened the door, four of us Wagners walked into the kitchen, and my youngest daughter inhaled deeply.

It was a good many years ago, back in the days when we still spoke of RAM (random access memory) on computers that I first thought of the term "random access musings."

Given Betty Friedan's prediction of the soon-coming ice age in Harper's Magazine of 1958, I suppose it makes sense that my dear late grandpa installed a wood stove in the house. In general, older folks never have been too keen on extreme cold; their circulation slows as they age, and it takes more and more to keep them warm.

As he lay bound in the prison, he must have thought back on his life and wondered how it all ended up like this.

I am still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that Al Sharpton and I actually agree on something.

The Belle and Beast costumes are hanging up 6 feet away from me in my office at the church. Staring at that bright yellow dress and blue man's "whatever you call it" with gold trim and white ruffles makes me shake my head in wonder yet again at all of the things Dana, my Beauty, is able to convince me to do.

As I considered the horrific late-term abortion laws being promulgated in New York and Virginia of late, my brain, always a bit unruly and recalcitrant, took a detour.
