A quart of anger A pinch of shame A tablespoon of rage And a dash of pain A pint of sorrow And a gallon of regret Blend them together And let them ferment Let set until sufficiently bitter Serve cold to set the liquor Some may disapprove of spite But as humble pie It tastes just right - gws
So, I just witnessed a random occurrence from my dining room window. Captured by the hazy, early afternoon light, I found myself gazing out of the window not too long after lunch. Everything was as expected for a mid-Spring day until something very odd caught my eye. As I looked out I saw…Jesus. As in Jesus CHRIST. The Messiah. The bearded dude. God Jr. One third of the original pop group, The Holy Trinity. Randomly, at one-thirty in the afternoon, on a Friday, there’s Jesus. He was walking down my street, carrying a slightly smaller than life-sized cross, and headed up the block. He was not walking on the sidewalk. That might have brought a sense of normalcy to the scene. Jesus was walking in the roadway. No people around. No cameras. Just a guy dressed as Jesus on, what I realized, was Good Friday. He was reenacting The Passion as his own show of deep faith. I felt honored to be allowed to witness such a personal act of devotion to faith. -gws
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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