Father Jörgensen’s Questionings

A week ago, I was asked to baptize an infant later that morning. I have misgivings about it because nowhere in the Bible is there any such thing as infant baptism. Jesus wasn't baptized until He was thirty years old. As a baby, He was dedicated to the Lord. Last night I read every scripture …

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Brody’s Resolve

The sun felt good in his face as he jogged on the bridge overlooking the river. He was in a really bad mood. Last night he hardly slept a wink. After leaving his mother's place and got home, he called Natalia to invite her to come over to his place later. He had tried her …

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Alone with Nature

Photo by Krista Strutz “Loretta, where’s Jim?” “Up at the cabin.” “How come you didn’t go with him?” “I didn’t feel like going.” “You mean he didn’t ask you to go.” “I never liked going up there, anyway.  It’s too remote.  I never felt safe.  And there’s not much to do except go for walks …

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Wishful Thinking

Photo by Na’ama Yehuda After reading the novel, Rebecca, I’ve always imagined meeting a handsome widower like Maxim de Winter who would sweep me off my feet.  Then, I’d chide myself for having such foolish thoughts.  I gaze across the river at the Statue of Liberty.  I was 9 when my family and I came to …

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By the River

They knew each other since they were children. Her mother, a pregnant, escaped slave somehow found her way to his people. His parents took care of her and when she died, they raised her daughter. He was four when she was born. He loved her from the moment he saw her. He was very protective …

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Zala

It was here in the thicket of trees shaded from the bright light which resembled a stage with a spotlight that he found me. The next thing I knew I was staring up at a ceiling. I realized that I was in a strange bed in a strange room. I tried to sit up but …

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Zendaya Returns

It was after the midday mass and the sanctuary was empty.  Father O'Reilly lingered in front of the beautiful wooden bust of the Madonna and Child.  He said a prayer and then blessed himself.  He stood there for several minutes. Then, he went into the library which was always empty. He went over to where …

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Too Young

"What's wrong, Ken?" Roxanne asked him as they stood on the hill overlooking the river one Sunday afternoon.  He had been very quiet and she could tell from his expression that something was troubling him. "You're too young for me," He insisted.  "I'm almost twice your age." "What does age matter when two people love …

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The Handkerchief/Crossing #write photo

Two years had passed since her sister died here.  She found her in the river, among the rocks under the bridge, barely alive.  Her words still haunted her.  As she held her in her arms, Rosemary gasped, "Dangerous...he...pushed...me..." "Who's dangerous?  Who pushed you? Rosemary?  Rosemary?"  There was no answer.  Only silence.  Her beloved sister was …

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The Barbecue

"You're not his type." If that smile were meant to take the sting out of her words it didn’t work.  Kay was smarting from it.  “I don’t mean to upset you, Kay, but I thought I would warn you because I have seen the way you look at Quinn every time you see him.  I …

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