Men will go to a wedding to party, to a funeral for lunch, while giving the baby shower a miss to play golf.
If my guest wants to discuss politics or religion that’s fine, but he won’t learn my opinion unless it jibes with his own, which discussion will then be mere valium.
The WASP smiles when the LBGT group adds another letter, but what sorrow and pain is within each of those little letters.
My role as grand puppeteer I think I’ll let go.
It’s gotten too much for my fingers and toes
We must tie up this strong man Satan in order to plunder his goods. Better let Jesus to do the tying and let the plunder go to charity.
Our eyes adjust naturally to the darkness. We need new eyes to see in the light.
The hierarchy ranges from self to family, to country, to God. We must chose which we’re most loyal to without worshipping the idea of hierarchy itself
Life is a puzzle with unwritten clues.
Life gives us a pencil. The answers, we choose.
Negotiating old age is like flying through a field is asteroids. No matter how good we are, we’re eventually going to crash and burn.
St. Paul says the wages of sin is death. The sinner counters: then let’s eat, drink and be merry.
The revolutionary has bullets, the diplomat only bullet points.
If love is the answer, the question remains how to let go of hate.
Intelligent Design comes from a God created by man. Science uncovers the design of a God free enough to look random to us.
The church advises looking at others as though they were Jesus. The virtue of patience is available on request.
Marriage is a testing ground for sainthood. You’re making progress when you realize your spouse is having a rougher time of it than you are.
Conservative dystopia: a world without guns.
Some people no matter how much they love a book will never read it again. They feel a reread would delay their goal of reading every book ever written.
We’re all in favor of a clean environment so long as it doesn’t affect our comfort, our income, and we don’t have to kiss any rabbits.
I almost made a fatal mistake thinking of sending my wife, the squib "Marriage is a testing ground for sainthood. You’re making progress when you realize your spouse is having a rougher time of it than you are." For it suggests something else entirely when received ... The road to hell is paved with good intentions ... I almost felt things getting warm ...
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