Mary Jane and her husband Rob were happy together. They lived on a farm in rural Iowa, where Rob grew corn and where the two of them raised three handsome, healthy boys. And then Rob got sick. It was like something out of a horror flick, out of a sci-fi novel: flesh-eating bacteria, contracted from the fields, perhaps, but no one really knew how or why. Deadly. Usually, those who contracted the bacteria had to have an amputation wherever the virus had set in. Rob's virus was in his collarbone. "What could they do, cut off his head?" sobbed a hysterical Mary Jane in her mother's arms.
Wilton Lewis stood with his hands on his hips, studying the sanctuary wall, not trusting himself to speak. He wanted to spit, was thwarted by the fact that he was inside, and instead swallowed hard and said, “This is vile. Disgusting and vile.” He turned to his right and added, “I apologize, Reverend Cashmore. This does not represent the good people of Port William. You know that, I hope.”
Since Albert Einstein is considered the genius above all geniuses, he is often credited quotes he never said. (If Einstein said it, it must be true.) That includes the saying that insanity is defined as doing the same thing again and again and expecting to get a different result. Actually, it wasn't until the 1980's that he was first connected to that saying, but it doesn't matter who actually said it, because these three scriptures seem to validate the saying.
Seven years ago, our family moved from southern Virginia to northeast Wisconsin. As you might expect, spring comes later here. Fall comes earlier. And winter is a much different experience in northeast Wisconsin than it was in southern Virginia. The same temperatures that seemed bone-chilling in Virginia are good reason to leave the mufflers and mittens at home in Wisconsin. Of course, many of the retired folks in my congregation here take their cue from the geese and fly south for the winter each year.