Throwing Darts In Traffic

Sugar is essential. It is the power source of all life. Does God have sweet tooth? God is my Sugar Daddy!

We are retreating from God's game into our "living tomb." What would Eve say?

What do you look like God? Inquiring minds need to know.

It is has been told to me by my oldest son: I am grumpy! Is it a stage, my rage, my age? Can I turn the page? Sure God is grumpy, but is that an excuse?

A red- headed bird banging his head against the glass makes me embrace the power of head banging.

We are here and then we are not. From the dark how do we continue to leave our mark?

Luxury you can't spell it without "you." Luxury is a dream. So many poor who are so happy to be poor? Who thank God for being poor? Think again. Give me the guarantee of the Garden of Eden.

For years I struggled with the idea of Jesus being the Son of God. Now I see God's gift.

Walking is more than exercise; it is a spiritual opportunity. Walk like you mean it. One foot after the other. Walk on sisters and brothers.

Sales. A difficult job. One has to be believe in what you sell. But the most challenging of all sales jobs is that of the Prophet.

We all love that sizzle, even God. Take animal sacrifices by the ancient priests. Still, the poor had no bull, no goat to sacrifice The only flesh they could offer up was their own.

We are not God's joy. We are God's pain. Please stop, but we won't listen.

We plan for retirement. We plan for vacations. We plan for dental visits. But, when it comes to dying (which we all will do) people avoid making plans. We just don't know how to die,

On this Thanksgiving Day in a time of confusion and Covid pods it is good to be at peace with how God's gameI IS not what we wish it to be.

We will at some point be able to travel beyond the bounds of what Expedia can offer. When we do, will there be room for God?

We, our species, have this annoying habit. We kill the person who rises above the crowd, who is a visionary, who is smarter than anyone else. Aren't we cute!

One often has heard: God as my Witness. If that is true is God then not our judge? And if God is a witness has being in the witness box sooo long caused confusion as what is fiction and what is fact?

A steamy chat about the Vagina. Did God fall in love with "her majesty" and then shamelessly imprint her everywhere?

We stand upright. We speak, we think, we are made in the image of God. But, would you have us safeguard God's secrets?

As I get older I weep more easily. Why?