Monthly Archives: January 2009

The anonymous sages, known only as ‘They’, say a person’s best chance for salvation is before the age of eighteen. After that, the odds rapidly descend. I find that highly ironic. On the surface, kids seem to have less need. When we’re young our bodies are strong, energetic, heal quickly, and we have no sense of our own mortality. We can race down hills, climb trees, and skate until we collapse in exhaustion, with nary a sore muscle in the collection. We even have less sin under our belt. True, even one is a deal-breaker, but Jesus said that he …

I have many faults. Some are irritating, some are mean, some are selfish, all land under the general heading of pride. I wish that weren’t the case, but as they say, wishes ain’t horses. My faults and I are well acquainted. When I start to lose touch, one of them quickly pays me a visit, in order to maintain the relationship. There are a few of the faults, with the grace of God, that have been away so long that we are now strangers. When I see the fault on someone else, I may not even recognize it at first …

The company we worked for suffered from fiscal stupidity.  In order to temporarily reduce expenses, they called for a week-long shut down for all but essential services.  My wonderful-future husband, Michael, and I, both being essential, were practically the only ones left in the building.  There was no real work, so we hung out, took the long way to visit vendors, enjoyed leisurely lunches, got acquainted. One day, as we headed out the door for lunch, our mutual boss came up from behind us.  Now John was genuinely a nice man, but he wasn’t big on dining with the help.  …