I enrolled in my very first college class, Speech 101, in the summer of 1979. Many people dread speaking in public, but I liked it, and I was looking forward to this class. One of our first speech assignments was an informative speech, and I chose “How to bag groceries properly.” (Cute, huh? It …
Two years ago, my oldest son, Roger, graced my Father’s Day with a lengthy email detailing specific events where I had blessed him. He recalled one of our U-Haul trips: “I think one of my earliest memories of us together was in the moving truck as we headed north. You probably gave me some …
Jesus is a dear friend to losers. This is my great hope. I don’t know what the great throng expected to hear from the newly famous, miracle-working rabbi when they sat down on a mountainside and turned their heads into the slight breeze to hear him speak. I’m not sure they ever forgot …