Writings
If you were to force me into making a list of my all-time favorite Bible stories, this one would surely be on it. That’s because I’ve been to the pool with the five porticos. I’m talking about the “real thing.” You don’t get many opportunities like that in Jerusalem. Eighteen feet of rubble has covered most of the original biblical sites in the city.
Not that I am all that superstitious, but I can’t ever recall visiting a graveyard in the dark. Even I, who preach that death is always normal, never final, and seldom catching, would find that “spooky.” I would wait until dawn, or at least the half-light of dawn.
W.W.J.D. “What would Jesus drive?” Apparently, a group of clergy (Protestant, Catholic, Jewish) asked that of a group of Detroit-based automotive executives on Wednesday as part of a campaign to improve environmental ecology. And while I know a little something about the issue, I know next to nothing about the group.
