The Magic Bus

  No, it cannot be done, so I will not try.   The Bibles Studies at the Home of Yuri Slapanovich On Thursday, that is the Thursday before the Friday that the Pontius Pilate had him put to death, there was a dinner, actually it fwas the last dinner (some call it supper) he would really ever have.   Since he knew he wouldn’t have much time with his followers he went on a long discourse, trying to sum everything up for the followers.   One of those followers by the name of John wrote it all down after it happened. You can read this today in the Gospel of John, chapters 14 through 17. This is commonly referred to as the Final Discourse, for reasons explained above. In our time together last night we just talked about the first portion, or that in Chapter 14. The key points that Jesus made were this. He is going back where he came from to prepare a place for us on the other side. This place is described as a mansion, however some believe it to just be our spiritual ...

This past Monday afternoon during my daily walk through Mount Horeb I decided to rest at Grandma Foster Park, like I normally do if the walk is long. There are evergreen trees for shade, a pavilion, and under that pavilion are two tables, one in the northwest corner and another in the southeast corner. The tables are not especially suited for resting since the benches attached to the tables have no back, however you can lay down on either the table or bench itself. On this particular day however, I sat upright at the southeast table, nursing my latte which was now lukewarm, with the milk possibly going bad. I was staring at a squirrel crossing Washington street, coming towards me, running for its very existence as the A+ Plumbing truck went over it without snuffing its life. The squirrel jumped up on the northwest table across from me and stared in my direction. I made eye contact, thinking it would just scurry away, since they tend to be skittish creatures, not unlike some people I...