Russellings of the Spirit

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  • The Infection Question

    In case I haven’t mentioned it before, I love my dogs.  There is Rosie, the 5-year-old (on the left) and Patrick, Rosie’s daddy, the 7.5-year-old.  Both are of the Soft-Coated Wheaten Terrier persuasion. We acquired Rosie first when she was… Continue reading

  • An Unfinished Christmas

    I may have mentioned this before (apologies to you if this is old, stale news), but Joan and I are in the middle of a giant remodel in our home. Shortly after moving in to this house, we decided to… Continue reading

  • “The Beast Tamer”

    “OK. That’s it,” I said to myself. “Today is the day!” My exasperation with the state of the hedge along our back fence finally hit the breaking point last Friday. I headed to the garage in search of the hundred-foot-long… Continue reading

  • The Sound of Roadblocks

    Most of the time, we (maybe I should say “I”) misread roadblocks. It’s like the time my grandmother bought us a piano. I think I was eight or nine years old. Grandma thought that was the perfect age for me… Continue reading

  • Is This Such A Good Idea?

    There is a basic premise behind this post you should be aware of before proceeding further. The premise is: GOD EXISTS. Of course, you may continue reading even if you disagree with my basic premise. You just might not enjoy… Continue reading

  • Team Jesus

    I made my choice a long time ago. In the middle of one of the darkest times of my life… when every door seemed to be sealed shut… when my relationships only offered pain and resentment… when the future looked… Continue reading

  • No magic wand

    Have you ever played the “magic wand” game? That’s the game where someone says to you, “If you could wave a magic wand and change ONE THING about your life, what would it be?” If you are anything like me,… Continue reading

  • The Real Problem

    “Your situation…” a wise person once said to me, “… is never the problem.” Pregnant pause. “The problem… “ they continued, “… is your RELATIONSHIP to your situation.” And for the most part, I agreed with and appreciated this pearl of… Continue reading

  • Dudley Do-Right

    Judging by the speed with which he sprang into action, I assumed I was about to step on a landmine. TIME: the morning after Thanksgiving. PLACE: the kitchen of my son and daughter-in-law’s home in suburban Houston. Since my son… Continue reading

  • Those chores!

    “Rusty! Have you done your chores yet?!” I can still hear my mother’s voice asking that bothersome question today… 46 years after she left us. Because usually the answer was “No, mom.” Followed by the intentionally vague, yet somewhat promising-sounding,… Continue reading