When I have high hopes about life after death I am called a saint. When I have high hopes about life before death I am called stupid and told to get real.


JAM TOMORROW — 2 Comments

  1. I don’t like the clutter and noise of discussions at Facebook, unless they’re just fun, and this one is not. I am sorry to hear of the loss of your aunt and what had been promised. Temporary promises seem to be the way things are, which obviously is not the way they ought to be.

    I trust that the place of pilgrimage is not a passing dream and is not lost due to this development. In my experience, every worthwhile dream I’ve ever had has had a horrific death before becoming real, and I hope that this is the same for your ministry. I get this theology from “The Velveteen Rabbit” and “The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane.”

    Now, regarding Mrs. Mad Priest – as I think I’ve said before – She gets to decide who she is better with or without.