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Category Archives: Respect for Life
What Would I Tell My Dad?
At this point in life I find myself with a peculiar thought. I turned seventy years old this year. May dad passed away at the age of sixty. This being the last day of 2020 I look in retrospect of … Continue reading
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Christians Eat Their Own
I’m a bit disturbed over people who seem to criticize various Christian groups or ministers. No doubt there are charlatans out there that are fleecing the flock, so to speak, but I am amazed at the attacks on each other … Continue reading
Ain’t Got Me Yet
Let’s see, I’ve had the Red measles, Black measles, German measles, mumps, chicken pox, my mom told me the docs told her I also had a mild case of small pox and an assortment of other diseases. I almost went … Continue reading
I Could Be Angry, But I’m an Adult Male
An open door appeared to me for an area of ministry to disciple men. It’s with a major Christian organization. But after one phone call from their representative his words, not mine, are come back and see us in three … Continue reading
Harley Davidson
Oh yeah. After twelve years of Corvettes I decided to go dangerously into the future with a Harley Davidson I’ve ridden with a group this past Saturday on a charity ride for a portion of the Gold Star Highway for … Continue reading