Death is a Doorway

Death is a Doorway

I remember the first time that I experienced the loss of a loved one through death. It was the passing of my grandfather John Sabol on January 27, 1961. I was ten years old. He was a hard-working Czechoslovakian immigrant who was so proud to be an American citizen!...
Character Counts

Character Counts

My daughter purchased a set of vanity lights for the mirror in her bedroom. People seem to have one of two reactions to the glaring light they emit. Either they say, “Wow, this is awesome! I can see all the blemishes on my face in this light!” or they say, “This is...
Lonely

Lonely

Most people who know me now would never guess that, at one time, I was a relatively successful rock musician in the Philadelphia area. I sang and played guitar in three commercially successful bands from 1965-1975. The Midnight Hours, The Rainy Days, and, the one that...
Reaching for God in the Downpour

Reaching for God in the Downpour

“What should we do?” Christine leaned into the steering wheel of the old Volkswagon bus, her hand wiping off the windshield fog to see through the driving rain. The windshield wipers slapped back and forth but were no match for the torrential downpour. “I don’t know....
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