THE FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST
By Bill Fortier
Copyright Bill Fortier
2012, all rights reserved
Jesus: Now that I've stuffed myself into this two-piece
ensemble, proving just how far I'll go to get attention, have a heart, Jesus.
Take my words and tie them to folk's hearts. Take them beyond me and my noise,
to You, Love beyond all sounds and words. Amen.
Math was never my strongest subject in school. I was a very mediocre math student. Big M: Mediocre. My low point, at least in my memory, was word problems. There probably were lower points but I've gladly repressed them. But I digress: Word Problems. A mix of words and numbers. My brain would melt as I tried to figure them out. Picture my brain sliding out my ears. Some have argued that my Big Mellon Cave has rung hollow ever since.
So let's refresh your memory, Try to follow along and
figure:
If John and his traveling troop of 313 yodelers left
Hoboken, New Jersey and then met up with 135 Marxist Librarians from East
Lansing Michigan who were memorizing all of official flowers from each of the
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