I never knew Leo Sullivan but, according to the Detroit Free Press, he died the other day….right between Wilma Sugar and Lester Utterback. Or, as a semi-regular scanner of the death notices once said to me: “Isn’t it amazing how, day after day, all those people die in alphabetical order?” Whatever! Leo was 80 when he succumbed, one suspects to heart disease, given that memorials (in lieu of flowers) were directed to his best friend and cardiologist, Dr. Kim Eagle of the University of Michigan Cardiovascular Center.
Why Don’t Things Like That Ever Happen to Anybody We Know?
Thomas Long is a most interesting fellow who presently does full-time what I am soon to do part-time….namely, teach divinity students a little bit about preaching. In his most recent book, Testimony: Talking Ourselves Into Being Christian, he reports the following:
When My Life Becomes a Burden: Updated Notes on a Living Will to be Shared With My Daughter
There are some days when I survey the landscape of opinion and wonder if I believe anybody. And there are other days when I survey the landscape of opinion and find myself believing everybody. In part because, on some days, concerning some issues, it would seem as if everybody has a piece of the truth, but nobody has the entire truth. So I find myself swayed by the voice of the one who speaks loudest….or last.
On Being Left Behind
When I was a kid (which some days feels like yesterday, but other days is beyond my ability to recall), I learned a version of a still-popular spiritual, the chorus of which went like this:


