Boy, how I wish I had purchased stock in duct tape! Not only do they now have this universally revered product in a seemingly infinite array of colors and patterns, but have you seen the bandaids with the same kind of fiber embedded in them? They’re the BEST! (And, as a school nurse, I am, after all, a connoisseur of fine bandaids.) Do they even use it for ducts anymore? I wonder if they took a roll of it into space during the ill-fated Apollo 13 mission; I seem to remember Tom Hanks and his crew using it…
I have discovered, however, a weakness in our beloved Continue reading “Pass the duct tape”
The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City, Missouri, is a truly beautiful place, inside and out. I love the antiquities area, as you can walk through ancient Egypt and gawk at the real-live (pardon the pun) mummy. I especially appreciate the artwork from the days of the early church. In one glassed-in case resides a “reliquary”, a silver ornate depository of some sainted person’s finger bone, or so they say. Who “they” are, I’m not sure. Evidently, there was supposedly something special about the bones of any saint so-and-so, and to have one was quite a boon back in the day, a bit higher on the scale than, say, a rabbit’s foot.
Mark Twain makes a point in one of his books that, in Continue reading “Is your religion a rabbit’s foot?”
Get out the chocolate Easter eggs! Anyone remember this little slogan from Hershey’s chocolate?
I’m fascinated how the Bible has something for everyone. For the artists, the adventurers, those who love the ancient equivalent of chick-flicks, and (gulp!) yes, even horror stories! This is a tome that communicates both in the concrete and the abstract, through definite laws and regulations, as well as metaphor and poetry and song.
So here’s a nugget for those of us who are treasure hunters, looking for veins of gold in the pages that most of us are tempted to just skim over. For me, one of those Continue reading “Chocolate: a little something for everyone, (HO! Yeah…)”
For those of us who have had the privilege to be exposed to the Bible most of our lives, we’ve probably memorized John’s verse that still shows up at football games (John 3:16), and highlighted passages like Paul’s definition of love (1 Corinthians 13). After bravely skimming over Leviticus’ regulations on infectious skin diseases, we may have even ventured into the Old Testament faves like David and Goliath, and Isaiah’s “unto us a Child is born”.
But then there’s Ezekiel…(sigh).
Zeke and I go way back. Can I just say here at Continue reading “…and turning to the white pages (or, beyond John 3:16)”