I've committed the first of many blogger 'sins'.
No regular updates. It's like being a newspaper writer with a 'weekly' column that shows up when the writer 'feels' like writing.
Amazingly enough, there are people who commented 'you haven't wrote anything'.
Well, it's time to get back into it for disciplinary reasons.
So, with that in mind, you'll see more writing about life, God and just me being me.
Jan 30, 2009
Jan 10, 2009
Sugar Cube
The prisoners often lived on small rations of potato peel soup and stale bread. One day a prisoner managed to obtain a sparkling white sugar cube. He showed it proudly to the other prisoners whose eyes widened at its sight. The prisoner, however, decided to not eat it, and carefully gave it to another who had been in the cell longer and was in more fragile health.
The others looked with astonishment as the frail prisoner also gave it another he felt more deserving than himself. And so it happened that the sugar cube went from prisoner to prisoner, and from cell to cell never to be consumed.
The others looked with astonishment as the frail prisoner also gave it another he felt more deserving than himself. And so it happened that the sugar cube went from prisoner to prisoner, and from cell to cell never to be consumed.