So, here's the deal. I've made a pact with myself to resume posting daily. Then I got slammed with pastoral stuff. It's late. I haven't posted. I've been sampling the wine someone gave me as a gift.
I had planned to make some theolgoical observation about the election. I'm too tired, or too ... well, you know ... so let me sum up my feelings in this way:
Donald Trump is the north end of a south bound horse.