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And Yet – My weekly reflections for this site

Each week, usually on a Tuesday, I’ll post a new “And Yet” reflection. I attempt, though I often wander far, to base my ponderings on the lectionary. I hope my words are useful for preachers, believers, doubters, and other folks who might appreciate (and even borrow) some of my faithful and foolish thoughts about following Jesus.

(And if you do quote me, don’t forget to give me a little credit!)

What do I mean by “And Yet?” As a conjunction and yet connects two parts of a sentence or thought. Whenever an and yet appears, it grammatically creates a word bridge to declare that more is coming. It’s one way for me to remember that, with God, there is always “more.” I believe, in God’s Realm of Love, that even the worst news is never the last news.

The Lectionary? I follow the Common English Bible Lectionary, and assume a reasonable percentage of larrypatten.com readers know what a lectionary is. And if you don’t know, Google it or remain blissfully ignorant. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy or be irked by my reflections, regardless of your lectionary expertise.

Facebook

You can find me wandering around in the realm of Facebooklandia. I write quite a bit of random stuff. Funny? Sometimes. Serious? Sure. Political? Yeah, okay, sometimes. Feel free to “friend” me. I’ll endeavor to be polite.

Kynzi . . . the happy puppy
Kynzi . . . the happy puppy

I also have a Facebook page entitled The Kynzi Report. In March 2015, we invited a new puppy into our home. We’re trying to teach her how to be a good dog. She’s training us to serve her. Join in if you want to see cute pictures and read about my foibles. I’m no dog whisperer!

I add this note a year after Kynzi snuggled into our home. It’s been a trying time . . . to say the least. By her sixth month, she was limping during walks and that eventually led to surgery at the UC Davis Vet School/Hospital for elbow dysplasia.

Knyzi at about one year old.
Knyzi at about one year old.

And then there were 8 looooong weeks of recovery. In other words, limited activity. Not fun, for Special K and for us weary puppy owners. She’s doing better now, but continues to be a, er, challenge . . .

There’s also a Facebook page supporting my Hospice Matters website.

A Novel I Have Never Found A Publisher For (maybe some day):

THE GRAVITY OF HAPPINESS – Nineteen year-old James March cares for his mother as she dies. After Mary March’s death, James discovers she has a bank account in a town where they once lived. He journeys there on Christmas Eve to claim the money. During that day James uncovers his mother’s past, the relationships she once influenced, and will seek the man his mother called “Christmas Joe” (who may also be James’ father). Throughout his search he’ll learn that everything about “Christmas” is true…even the parts that aren’t.

7 Comments

  1. I’ve liked, (enjoyed, challenged by) pondering over your writings ever since your article appeared in the Lutheran a couple(?) years ago:…the God/is/now/hear vs. God/is/nowhere (meant a lot to me); the And Yet, and a related commentary from other scholars. And I do like your new site. Thanks.

  2. Sorry, I entered the wrong address; the above is corrected. I thought that I had sent you a rather long first reply and it may have effected the site, but it is not here so I huess all is well. Sorry for the confusion… Peace

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