Note: On Fridays, you can find me at Your Daily Tripod, owned by my friend TonyD. A longer version of the post below appears there. “I can do what I wanna do, be who I wanna be … I don’t have to be me ‘til Monday,” the old country song by Steve Azar says. Ah! We… Continue reading Being the Gospel
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Here Comes the Judge
Note: On Fridays, you can find me at Your Daily Tripod, owned by my friend TonyD. A longer version of the post below appears there. “I’m right, right, right, and you’re wrong, wrong, wrong.” It was the litany of the Rigney household. My brilliant, narcissistic, schizophrenic father must have said it to Mom and the four… Continue reading Here Comes the Judge
The Message of the Cross–and Baptism
Note: On Fridays, you can find me at Your Daily Tripod, owned by my friend TonyD. A longer version of the post below appears there. Do you remember who baptized you? If you were baptized as an adult, most likely. But if you were an infant, probably not, unless your parents were friends with the priest… Continue reading The Message of the Cross–and Baptism
Of Dry Bones
Note: On Fridays, you can find me at Your Daily Tripod, owned by my friend TonyD. A longer version of the post below appears there. Back on the Fourth of July weekend, I clanged some exercise equipment on my right ankle. It swelled up and turned black and blue, but I still could walk without any… Continue reading Of Dry Bones