The Thoughts of a small-town man raising his family, growing a church, and building a law practice

Aqueduct of Segovia built by the Romans during the 1st Century   A blank space An empty space A completely open world left to the imagination as to what should be created So again, therein lies the question What should I write? What should I share with you? This week flew by zoomed by? went by too fast? Use whatever expression or imagery you desire to connote the passage of time. One is no better than another as long as the connotation is understood.  This week came and went as though I was standing beside the tracks of a train and watched it flash before my eyes as I forgot the thought I was thinking just before it came. Something tells me I actually got on and it carried me somewhere but something else tells me that I simply stood there and watched it pass me by before I had the chance to get on. Afterall, today was the second day of December. Maybe I wrote that wrong or maybe you didn't read that right.  Today is ...

The loss of words comes all too soon as I think of what to say in this blog. Time after time I am blessed to hear such wonderful compliments from you all as I do my best to write about my time here. And then a terrorist attack happens. And my mind doesn't know where to go. Questions get lost in themselves while words seek to be found. How am I supposed to think about anything else? Am I supposed to write at all? What am I supposed to do or say or think or believe? How am I supposed to tell you about my week or the lessons learned when so many people have died?  Who am I to speak about this matter at all? What gives me the right to comment on such a horrific event? This morning, I attempted to tell my host mother why I was feeling so sad. Yet before I could find the word for "attack" in Spanish, the feeling of sadness escaped me as I felt a sudden rush of embarrassment for not knowing Spanish in the first place.  The Absurd World presents itself when the ...