We all love that sizzle, even God. Take animal sacrifices by the ancient priests. Still, the poor had no bull, no goat to sacrifice The only flesh they could offer up was their own.

We are not God's joy. We are God's pain. Please stop, but we won't listen.

We plan for retirement. We plan for vacations. We plan for dental visits. But, when it comes to dying (which we all will do) people avoid making plans. We just don't know how to die,

On this Thanksgiving Day in a time of confusion and Covid pods it is good to be at peace with how God's gameI IS not what we wish it to be.

We will at some point be able to travel beyond the bounds of what Expedia can offer. When we do, will there be room for God?

We, our species, have this annoying habit. We kill the person who rises above the crowd, who is a visionary, who is smarter than anyone else. Aren't we cute!

One often has heard: God as my Witness. If that is true is God then not our judge? And if God is a witness has being in the witness box sooo long caused confusion as what is fiction and what is fact?

A steamy chat about the Vagina. Did God fall in love with "her majesty" and then shamelessly imprint her everywhere?

We stand upright. We speak, we think, we are made in the image of God. But, would you have us safeguard God's secrets?

As I get older I weep more easily. Why?