Whatever you do for the least of my brothers, you do for me.
(Had a dream last night where this verse appeared in the above paraphrased form. Proof that you can take the boy out of the church but you can’t take the church out of the boy)
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by Patrick Rhone, Master Generalist
Whatever you do for the least of my brothers, you do for me.
(Had a dream last night where this verse appeared in the above paraphrased form. Proof that you can take the boy out of the church but you can’t take the church out of the boy)
Related: Hiking Is an Ideal Structure for Friendship – The Atlantic
My wife is my best friend so… Confirmed.
My wife and I have been taking walks in our neighborhood at night when weather and time permits. Not long ones. A mile or two. But, they’ve been incredibly rewarding. Offering a chance to talk, observe, and connect in ways a busy life often doesn’t allow. Recommended.
BB’s got a squeezebox…

Your occasional reminder that when you don’t see me posting things here it’s because I’ve been working all day on the things I post about here.
Things we don’t remember often enough: We time travel every time we gaze upon a star.
The light of that star our eyes see is light from hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years ago. Telescopes are devices that allow us to travel back in time even further.
Beatrix, age 13, is out delivering Girl Scout cookies this weekend. You can order some from her here and, if you’re local, she’ll deliver them to your door (no contact and socially distanced).

Highlight of my week was getting to catch up with Shawn Mihalik. Not only a friend but one of my favorite authors. Go buy his books. (I recommend The Assured Expectation of Things Hoped For as a start.)
Had a dream last night about a family of geese, living on a beach, who come across a discarded suntan lotion bottle. The brand name of the lotion is Finds-A-Tan. The geese, being geese and not good readers, read it as “Find Satan” and take it as a sign. So, this family of geese walk along the beach asking the people they meet where to find satan. They are quite dismayed and annoyed at the reaction. That’s it. That’s the dream.
There are far too many non-fiction books that make their case in the introduction or first chapter, then spend the next 300 pages belaboring a point concisely and completely made in the first 25.