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I was thinking . . . It’s so strange. It’s not what you
I was thinking . . . It’s so strange. It’s not what you would expect. In fact, it’s the opposite. I read about it this morning. A guy named Ma...

I was thinking . . . Nothing seems to change. After all these
I was thinking . . . Nothing seems to change. After all these years we are having the same debate. After all these years we are still arguing. You wo...

I was thinking . . . She wasn’t angry. At least not at me.
I was thinking . . . She wasn’t angry. At least not at me. She could have been. Perhaps, she should’ve been. After all, she had spent Sunday nigh...

I was thinking . . . It’s the ultimate question. Everything
I was thinking . . . It’s the ultimate question. Everything hinges on the answer to this one question. It was asked long ago, but it’s still rele...

I was thinking . . . It was a little strange. Everywhere we
I was thinking . . . It was a little strange. Everywhere we went we heard languages we did not understand. In the elevator, on the sidewalk, in the s...

After a couple of years of writing the devotions entitled, I was
After a couple of years of writing the devotions entitled, I was thinking . . ., I have finally started a website/blog where all of these devotions ar...

I was thinking . . . It’s not any good. At all. Worthless and
I was thinking . . . It’s not any good. At all. Worthless and pointless. Just plain dead. And dead things don’t do anything. They don’t accompl...

I was thinking . . . They left last week. Again. And now it’s
I was thinking . . . They left last week. Again. And now it’s late Friday afternoon. I did all the work I plan to do for the day. And so I went ups...