Julie Stoner

Yes, you’re right. I’m sure Armageddon’s coming: wars, tsunamis, hurricanes, earthquakes, locusts, killer flus, et cetera. Yes, I’m awed by all the destruction. I concede your point that the world might end, and all your puny labors will be as nothing. Still, you can’t go . . . . Continue Reading »

Hush that anguished hymn you’re humming: “Come, O Come, Emmanuel.” Trumpet Christmas! Fix his coming firmly at “The First Nowell.” He’s already come in glory! Why plead, “Savior, come at last”? Let’s talk Christmas! Tell a story safely in the distant past. Drown out John the . . . . Continue Reading »

Matthew 9:9“13 We ninety-nine obedient sheep; we workers hired at dawn’s first peep; we faithful sons who strive to please, forsaking prodigalities; we virgins who take pains to keep our lamps lit, even in our sleep; we law-abiding Pharisees; we wince at gospels such as these. . . . . Continue Reading »

“I Sing Because I’m Happy” and “How Can I Keep from Singing”” O anthems of my ancestors, if only that were true. I warble in the choir because I couldn’t keep from wringing The necks of my descendants if we had to share a pew. . . . . Continue Reading »