TWENTY-NINTH SUNDAY OF THE YEAR
18 October 2020 I can’t remember how old I was exactly, Still, I was old enough to be allowed to cross the street by myself. I was old enough to be able to walk up the hill to the church and go inside. I was old enough not to be afraid in the dim light of the church I was old enough to march right up to the front, Sit down and have a conversation with God. I can’t remember what I said. I can’t remember what God said. But from that day forward, I’ve never doubted God existed. Several years ago a student wrote an article for the Spectator—The UWEC newspaper. From what he wrote I got the...
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TWENTY-EIGHTH SUNDAY OF THE YEAR
When I was an adolescent I came to a turning point, a day when I crossed a fine line with my parents which changed my relationship with them forever. It was late summer and I decided to go to the family reunion in Milwaukee. Because my parents weren’t going I made arrangements to get a ride there with my great-uncle. On Saturday morning, as I was having breakfast with my family, I announced, rather calmly that I would be leaving in about an hour for the...
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