Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Monday, October 6, 2014

Guilty! It was my idea!

I said, "Bobby, let's clone St. Patrick!" He said "Of all of the most outlandish ideas that I have ever heard..." I said, of all of the saints we studied here, he has the best overall track record. Let's clone him. Clone him? Bobby said with his mouth open. I said it is easy. We will get all the Irish people to spit into the same test tube and we will boil it and I am sure that St. Patrick will materialize. I am against it he said vehemently, still he had to go along because I was so persuasive. What makes you think that boiled Irish spit will make St. Patrick come to us and what do we want him here for? We need a revival, you and I agree on that now come on, you get your guys to spit into the test tube and I'll get mine and we will see what happens.

Needless to say, St. Patrick didn't come out of the pot, but we sure did make a ruckus.

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Sparrow's Spring nest

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