Purim again. Sigh.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is seized again, as in 2011, with the fear that there will be a terrible act of violence on Purim, but hey, I was wrong then.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is seized again, as in 2011, with the fear that there will be a terrible act of violence on Purim, but hey, I was wrong then.
In Which Your Humble Blogger reaches for what is not under heaven.
In Which Your Humble Blogger plunges on, because that’s what we do, isn’t it? We still have conversations about trees, even while we are preparing to go out to the airport to protest the vile and dangerous acts of Our Only President. And if Scripture has nothing for us in these dark times, it isn’t Scripture at all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to tie together a couple of threads of thought but is not left with fewer loose ends.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has nuthin’, pretty much.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wouldn’t even swear to his own foolishness, much less the folly of my followers. Or follyers. That should totally be a word.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could go on about the Four Foolish Vows, or about the sibling thing, or weird diplomacy thing, but none of that is really relevant to the play.
In Which Your Humble Blogger skipped a week for travel, but managed to compare two verses this week (gasp!) and so has looked at 7 verses in as many weeks.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has no idea how the verse might actually read to someone who reads Scriptural Hebrew properly, but is perfectly happy with the notion that those folk may get a different message from the Divine this time.
In Which Your Humble Blogger rarely feels in possession of surplus wisdom.