... and start over."

Sleeping ‘til 5:30 is not my thing but happened because at 2:35 I sat up on the edge of the bed, stared out over the front yard and down to the Bay, thought about Alfred, wondered whether that was light surf or wind in the pines, remembered Rhode Island mornings, snuggled back down for a moment and woke when Linda closed the open porch door at 5:30. Late was good, especially considering James M. Robinson’s The Gospel of Jesus had put my lights out at 8:30. Seems Robinson was a helpful sedative one other time.

Still like the topic, so just ordered The Gospel of Jesus by the late Robert W. Funk, a cheap used copy on Amazon Prime so free shipping. Funk's scholarship has integrity and loyalty to the historical Jesus that intrigues me. Having at least two other Funk books, my confidence is high, also my hope and expectation.

Looks like nearly a couple months of PCNH comic sections stacking up there for me. This morning Linda handed me the Viewpoints page with a Marianna resident's letter relating man’s justice and divine justice. He doesn’t say quite what I might say, but the idea --. It’s saddening when love of neighbor, which is the whole idea of Jesus, becomes too politically charged and divisive to be sermon material. The church is moving into Advent, when, starting over yet one more time again with the Gospel according to Matthew, we joyfully anticipate His coming, but one wonders why He bothered instead of just returning again to Genesis 6:5-7 or listening to Satan’s advice to God in The Gospel according to Mark Twain. A swearing, smoking, drinking man, Mark Twain’s sociology, which could be carried into many facets of life not just racism, was sharp but almost invisibly subtle, his theology as sharp but not so subtle.

At least he didn’t start smoking until he was nine.

There are gospels and then there are gospels.

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