Mark's Views, Perhaps — from behind my eyeballs
As I shuffled through the cemetery’s expired grass this evening — troubled — a verse fragment suddenly dashed almost furtively through my chilly, swirling cranial fog.
Is any afflicted?
Now where did that come from? And what is the answer? Read it all
I remember Yom Kippur 1973. I was 14 years old. I lived in Cd. Obregón, Sonora, Mexico. We “kept up” with the war via CBS as broadcast by KNX out of Los Angeles.
Now it’s Yom Kippur 2012.
Will there be war again at this time? (I have wondered that in previous years.)
Pray for the peace of Jerusalem! (Psalm 122:6) Read it all
An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
I believe every word of it.
Every. Last. Single. One. Of. It.
Do you?
Sure you do! Read it all
“Time flies,” they say.
“But isn’t this ridiculous?” I reply, questioningly.
A few minutes ago (or so it seemed), I laid down on the floor, put my feet up on the handiest foot elevator, and closed my eyes.
It was Summer. Read it all
That was yesterday.
By evening I had noticed…
Right around ten this evening.
Creepy business.
Even if it was just a baby quake, epicentered about four miles from our place. Read it all
Naaman was mad. Very angry, in fact.
It’s no wonder. He had a huge, monstrous, humanly-insurmountable need.
He had come a long way for a solution. And a divine solution at that. He’d had plenty of time to develop a certain scenario, a specific sequence of events that should transpire.
In other words, he had his own idea on how things were going to happen Read it all