There won’t be any dinosaurs around tomorrow, but you can bet the nooze will still be there.
As you probably know by now, I try to stay away from the nooze on Sunday. Judah the Maccabee wouldn’t fight on the Sabbath unless he were attacked. So unless something unusually bad comes up, let’s stick with a day of rest.
Not that there’s nothing to write about! There are things that deeply trouble me. You can be sure I’ll be writing about them during the week.
But today… Leave it in God the Father’s hands.
After a great time at church, then a big dinner and a deep nap. I love Sundays.
I fear that the coming week will be filled with news.