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It's hardly fair, I say, I say, It's hardly fair, I say For life to travel blithely on As if a normal day. A life is gone, the widow weeps I know not what to say. We know the truth, but maybe she Knows not the narrow way. "Whate'er it takes," he used to say. He often would repeat That if his wife would closer be, He'd glad accept defeat. It's our turn now, it is, I say For us to meet her need. What would be worse, in this or next, His word she wouldn't heed? Don't turn away, o, grieving one. Don't turn away, I say. It's only in Christ's sacrifice You'll meet again one day.

No, that's a big fat lie. What I hate is the hold food has over me. Why does something so simple as daily food consume (pun almost intended) my thoughts? Why do I have to think about what I'm going to eat? When I'm going to eat it? How much? It's because that simple daily food consumption is not so simple. The need has turned into entitlement and on to gluttony. I get the impression that most sin is the living-outside-the-boundaries of a God-given need. For example... adultery/ fornication/ homosexuality are outside the boundaries of the God-given satisfaction of sex. Greed is the o-o-b result of daily needs being met. And gluttony is the o-o-b result of our daily need for food. This morning I went to a Weight Watchers meeting with Ingrid. I really like the facilitator. She is upbeat, balanced in her approach, but what rankles me about the meetings is the focus on food...recipes, what people did and didn't eat, how to eat more and get away with it. This is the very ...

As the old adage goes: something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Not that I would be superstitious. No, it's tradition! So the morning of January 15, 1977, I dragged my maid of honor (well, matron, I guess) to a Penney's store and found a blue garter that I could throw away. Hey, it qualified for the traditional garter, something new, and the blue. And the garter I wore on my other leg (that I wouldn't dare throw away) had belonged to (borrowed from) my mom. So ... in my estimation at the time ... old. It was the first year that the Air Force was celebrating the commemoration of Martin Luther King's birthday, so our wedding had to be postponed by two hours. No problem. My m-o-h had helped me move stuff into our new townhome, and Mark would move his things in after the honeymoon. In the meantime, that townhome became my home base. And that morning was when I remembered that I had forgotten the new blue garter. Due to circumstances that I will not ...