Saturday morning, I was greeted by the warmth and glory of the sun. My natural response was to turn, face the sun, eyes closed, face uplifted, to passively receive the renewing power and warmth of the early morning sunshine.

 …. was the worst cuss word an old teacher used when I would offer a study-light answer  to a classroom question. The word came to mind the other morning as I was waiting for my morning coffee to brew. I had been browsing the news and a picture of the chair of a parliamentary committee caught my eye. His name is Housefather. My frustration with his leadership expressed itself in plays on his name, including “Horsefeathers”. Some less appropriate.

 Susan and I had our pancakes last Tuesday to mark the last day before Lent. Millions around the globe fast from something for the 40 days before Easter to connect with the heart of God. I hadn’t been able to connect with a practice for myself until I got a letter from our friend Stacey Campbell.

Half way up the staircase I made the turn for the second rise when I remembered I had forgotten something. Turning back to go down my foot caught air and I belly-surfed down the stairs. A sudden and complete stop at the bottom smashed my glasses into my eyebrow and a bit of a gash was created. The gentle doc at the clinic installed 13 stitches and I was almost as good as new.

Sadly, I’m a news and politics junkie. The addiction isn’t so bad that I need an external intervention but an internal one is definitely called for. Which is really an external one as well because it is the Spirit that needs to go to work.