Today is my birthday! I’m turning thirty-eight, which is such an uncomfy number. And I’d love to hear from you.
I would like to hear from you. What formed your ideas of heaven? How did you learn what you know?
I feel responsible for the discussion that happens here. I am the moderator, and this is my space. However, I am caught in something of a dilemma.
“If they never stain, and your cans don’t have sharp edges, how do they wear out?” Naïve smile, unfeigned readiness to accept all the wonders of the world.
I’ve been wanting to hear from you on a couple of items for some time. Would you be willing to answer ten questions for me?
We remember other’s words from years ago, words spoken at critical moments, words that shaped us and our view of ourselves and our course in life.