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Something Somehow Selfish Worn

Based in part on 1 Cor.10:31: Something Somehow Selfish Worn by Michael Doyle There is something selfish in loving the Lord Because He loves us and we’re looking forward To that fellowship we feel here and up above And know … Continue reading →

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Thought For the Day: Give Your Best Anyway

“If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives: Be kind anyway. If you are successful you will win some false friends and true enemies: Succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank people will try to … Continue reading →

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This Haunting Song

Some say this time we live in is too familiar to the Spanish Influenza back in 1918.   So far, the numbers don’t even remotely echo that horrific event.  Still… This Haunting Song by Michael Doyle This epidemic is a … Continue reading →

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Rites of Passage

What might it be to see the rites of passage for a Viking daring to reach west not east and in so doing changes perceptions of possibility? Rites of Passage by Michael Doyle As odd as it may seem You … Continue reading →

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A Godly Mother

Based in part on 2 Timothy 1:1-7 and, of course, thoughts on Mother’s Day: A Godly Mother by Michael Doyle Without any sense of shy timidity God speaks through Second Timothy That which we’d do well to recognize Every mother … Continue reading →

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Sudden Comfort of Intimacy

There is a certain joy in a young girl’s heart whose imagination overflows into a comfort that is hard to define and amazing to experience. Sudden Comfort of Intimacy by Michael Doyle You cannot buy loyalty Set at the table … Continue reading →

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Sustaining Liberty

In this election year and in the midst of the pandemic, it makes at least me want to review those things that America is supposed to stand for as our moral compass. Sustaining Liberty by Michael Doyle Inherent as sisters … Continue reading →

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Simple Saturday

Day 17 of Na/GloPoWriMo 2020 invites us to poetically examine the simple pleasures that make up the Saturdays of our souls. Simple Saturday by Michael Doyle Simply Saturday Could be no other way But over coffee or tea To share … Continue reading →

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A Nation In Need of Unity

In the last of this series, American history continues through the present: https://flic.kr/p/vCW1P4 A Nation In Need of Unity by Michael Doyle George H. Bush struggled under Reagan’s shadow With his pedigree and skills he led well as most know … Continue reading →

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Dead Letter

Some folks like to call history a dead letter.   I really don’t understand this. Dead Letter by Michael Romani The past is never a dead letter But something we should study together Every generation rewrites the past And from … Continue reading →

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