Russellings of the Spirit

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  • What a Friend

    I noticed them during the second hymn that Sunday morning. While everyone else stood and sang along, I saw that Sylvia and Jim were still sitting in their seats at the end of the aisle. Sylvia was bent over at… Continue reading

  • Confessions of a human punching bag

    If memory serves, sixth grade was the last time I was ever in a genuine fistfight. It was a hot summer day. As usual, I was at the community swimming pool with my friends splashing, diving, and horsing around. When… Continue reading