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On
Sunday, don’t forget to bake a cake and get some candles. It’s Pentecost Sunday,
which is the official birthday of the Church. If you didn’t know that, then
you’re welcome. I always like to offer helpful service to my fellow man, and
giving people a valid excuse to have some cake is one of the nicest things
anyone can do—at least in my book. And in my book, cake is required at least
every other day.
On
Pentecost Sunday we celebrate the event that occurred 50 days after Jesus’
Resurrection. All the disciples were gathered in the upper room. Suddenly the
room was filled with a sound like the rushing wind. Then little flames of fire
appeared and came to rest over each of them. (Continued...)
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Boy, my head is spinning. I am so confused. First, I
wrote a column a couple weeks ago about pet owners. Not just regular ol’
pet owners, mind you, but those who do not have children and therefore
fawn over their pets as if they were children. I was trying not to be
overly critical of these folks, and I thought I did a fairly decent job of
portraying them in a somewhat comical and friendly way. I even explained
that I have friends in that exact situation, so I went to great pains (or
so I thought) to be neutral and non-judgmental about the whole thing. But
then I received a sizeable amount of feedback, much of which wanted to
spay and neuter me for being so snarky towards people who simply love and
cherish their darling pets.
(Continued...)
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