Like all great fantasists, he has taught me about life, life in eternity rather than chronology, life in that time in which we are real.

We do learn and develop when we are exposed to those who are greater than we are. Perhaps this is the chief way we mature.

Language changes. If it does not change, like Latin it dies. But we need to be aware that as our language changes, so does our theology change, particularly if we are trying to manipulate language for a specific purpose. That is what is happening with our attempts at inclusive language, which thus far have been inconclusive and unsuccessful.

To be born is to start the journey towards death.

We have not wondered enough at the delights God has given us to appreciate them, and be good stewards. We have overworked the land, poured pollutants into river and stream, fouled the air we breathe with gas fumes and chemical smoke spiraling up from industrial chimneys. We have sown the wind. We are reaping the whirlwind.

Only a fool is not afraid.

Vitam impendere vero. To stake one's life for the truth.