As some of you may have noticed, it’s not often, nowadays, that I write a column.
The blank, white sheet of paper was replaced by the technologically advance, blank, white screen. It doesn’t get better with time.
Jesus met a woman who came to drink frequently from a well she called “our father Jacob’s” well.
Everything comes to rest in layers. Everything, when disturbed by the fluidic element of political action, stratifies upon settling.
We all live by standards.
We may not realize it, but we all have a set of standards that govern what we do, where we go, and how we live.