Sunday, September 06, 2026

Christian Conflict Resolution

This Sunday's reading from Matthew 18:15-20 spells out Christian conflict resolution,

 “If your brother sins against you, go and tell him his fault, between you and him alone. If he listens to you, you have gained your brother.  But if he does not listen, take one or two others along with you, that every charge may be established by the evidence of two or three witnesses.  If he refuses to listen to them, tell it to the church. And if he refuses to listen even to the church, let him be to you as a Gentile and a tax collector.  Truly, I say to you, whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.  Again I say to you, if two of you agree on earth about anything they ask, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven.  For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.” English Standard Version

 From what I have seen thus far, Bishop Edgar, who sinned mightily recently, has listened to Bishop Dobbs and will soon listen to a whole lot more bishops, and we shall see if further discipline is handed out. 

Wednesday, September 02, 2026

It's that time of year again!

 It's that time of year again. Here is the late Mickey Newberry and the 33rd of August, 

"Lord today there's no salvation
The bands packed up and gone
Left me standing with my pennies in my hand
There's a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his songs
But he can see what they can't understand

Its the thirty-third of August, and I'm finally touchin' down
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound

Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees
A thousand voices screamin' through my brain
Woke up in a squad car busted down for vagrancy
Outside my cell as sure as hell it looked like rain
Its the thirty-third of August, and I'm finally touchin' down
Eight days from Sunday Lord I'm Saturday bound 

But now I put my dangerous feelings under lock and chain
 Killed my violent nature with a smile
Though the demons danced and sing their songs within my fevered brain
Not all my God-like thoughts Lord are defiled

Its the thirty-third of August, and I'm finally touchin' down
Eight days from Sunday find me Saturday bound"