Rest in Peace, Sunny — or in your case, in Play. The One who made all dogs is tossing your toy around with you right now, and I’ll be there shortly. Love you, good dog.  

I’m thrilled that my first full-length book is nearly done — “nearly” as in “waiting for the final proof copy.” I wrote it as part of my D.Min. program, and it’s the next-to-last ministry project before finalizing the dissertation. Yea! The book is a true story called “Escape from the Green Mansion: The Extraordinary True Story of Ordinary Church Women Freeing San Francisco’s Brothel Slaves.” From the back matter: In the late 1800s thousands of Chinese women sailed to America’s West Coast. Many of them were enslaved as soon as they stepped off the freighters and were forced into prostitution — the “green mansion.” American prejudice against the immigrant Chinese…

“The Man Comes Around” By Johnny Cash And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder: One of the four beasts saying: “Come and see.” And I saw. And behold, a white horse. There’s a man goin’ ’round takin’ names. An’ he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won’t be treated all the same. There’ll be a golden ladder reaching down. When the man comes around. The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered cup, Or disappear into the potter’s ground. When the man comes around. Hear the trumpets,…