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Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth, the everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.
So today is Christmas Day.

Sometimes, let’s just admit it, English isn’t quite as deft as one might like.

Dear readers:

I joke that R.E.M. is only a band to me.

A Reflection on James 2:1-17, 2nd Reading in the Revised Common Lectionary for the 16th Sunday after Pentecost, Sept. 9, 2018.

“Now that you know that death doesn’t win, there’s more to do with your life than preserve it.”

Christians are suffering a crisis of the First Commandment: that’s the one that goes, “You shall have no other gods but me.”

Every day, I get to drive my girl back and forth to her high school in Duluth.

The below was written initially as a FB post this morning, but I’m compelled to post it as a blog.

Both before and after Charlottesville, I’ve been seeing all sorts of calls to respond to palpable hate with love.

Let me be clear:

The other day, a person whom I do not know commented on a Facebook post I made objecting to Donald Trump’s announcement that “We’re going to start saying ‘Merry Christmas’ again.”

For what may or may not be the umpteenth time, E and I were belting out Hamilton on our way to her confirmation class this morning.

Most recently, it was White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer who claimed that Hitler “didn’t even use chemical weapons…on his own people.”

So, Donald Trump will be inaugurated on Friday as our next president.

I have a new Jøtul F 118 Black Bear Stove.

The Cedar Coffee Company is reason enough to move to Two Harbors.

“Remembering is a noble and necessary act. The call of memory, the call to memory, reaches us from the very dawn of history. No commandment figures so frequently, so insistently, in the Bible. It is incumbent upon us to remember the good we have received, and the evil we have suffered.”  Elie Wiesel, Nobel Lecture, Hope, Despair and Memory

The state of American politics is in quite a state these days, isn’t it.

Because of my son’s brain injury, I sleep in the same bed with him.