2001 Oct.-Dec.

Beware the New Broom

Beware the New Broom

When I reached what I thought was my lowest point, somebody said to me: “Cheer up; things could be worse.” So I cheered up and, sure enough, things got worse.

 

That line did not originate with me. But it could have been written by this poor, unnamed man in Luke’s little parable. The man once harbored a demon. Then the demon left, or was expelled…. the story doesn’t say. The demon wandered the desert in search of lodging. Finding none, it returned to the man. In the meantime, the man had swept, scrubbed and tidied his soul. So the demon went out and collected seven demons worse than itself. Whereupon they entered in. And the Bible says that the man’s “last state” was considerably worse than his first.

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A Time for Penance and a Time for Partridge

A Time for Penance and a Time for Partridge

Coming home from the Royal Oak’s Farmers’ Market along about 9:30 yesterday morning, the lovely lady I live with was overheard to say: “Let’s see, we’ve got brussels sprouts, new potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans for the casserole, shrimp for the appetizer….Becky said she would bring the dessert….I’ve got everything but the turkey. Unless, that is, you want me to get a ham.” Which I don’t. Although I’ll concede that a ham might be easier than a turkey. I don’t really think Kris wants a ham. And I know Julie doesn’t want a ham. So I guess I’ll have to go out to the woods this afternoon and “bag” us a turkey.

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