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In the wake of the beautiful and awe-inspiring coverage of the 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 lunar landing, I had to confess: I don’t remember seeing this historic event on television as it happened, live in 1969.

I wear used clothes.

Tuesday’s debate had me all jacked up. Two candidates, one who can’t shut up and the other one who should. One is brilliant on the economy, in fact, as my late Uncle Pat would say, “he’s swift upstairs.” The other has a very attractive, disarming smile.

If you apologize, in advance, for a question you’re pondering, the resulting conversation is easier to endure. So I said to the husband, “I apologize for this really stupid question, but if we can put a man on the moon, can we not find a way to nudge an approaching hurricane 2 degrees to the west or east?”

I have never been able to watch scary movies. My mother will remind you (if she gets the chance) that I can’t even watch embarrassing television programs, which is, frankly, embarrassing. I would watch that terrible moment when Lucy was about to get caught doing something embarrassing by her employer, Mr. Mooney, on “The Lucy Show” reruns, and I would have to leave the room in a hurry -- making excuses about how I suddenly needed to help set the table. The truth was, I just couldn’t stand to watch Lucy get caught.

The lights were moody and the exhibits were intricate for the featured display on Archimedes. Although I’m a curious person, I would never be classified as an “intellectual.” I knew, however, I was in the presence of intellectuals so I was doing my best to chameleon myself under the heading, “When in Rome, do as the Romans.”

What are expectations when dealing with people working in community service jobs? This week I was reading the Ennis Gripe in Facebook, where one young lady expressed her anger at the window of a pizza drivethrough. She felt like they were hinting at a tip on the credit card receipt.

It’s the best time of year for dogs. I don’t have a dog. I have a cat -- as of this year. His name is Felix, and he came from Mexico. When we adopted him, he was skinny and timid after living on the streets for two years. Now, he is plump and playful, with a luxurious coat and an entitled attitude that seems to imply that, since he had it rough for a couple of years, he now expects things to operate according to his plans. Things usually do.

As a freelance faith columnist and Christian author, I’m honored to have the opportunity to provide thoughts and ideas to relay to others. I’m sure all Bible teachers and pastors feel they are God’s messengers. What I do is nothing more special than how millions of other Christians serve Him, and I humbly acknowledge that most are more talented and effective. God’s people are important pieces of a large puzzle, stones in His wall, and a voice among many who represent the one who created everything and knows everything. Writing is one of my callings, yet my personal testimony includes that I did not always pursue this path. God truly works in mysterious ways. Songwriting came to me through a spiritual experience when I was a young man. Then over time, I began to write articles, Bible studies, sermons, and eventually newspaper and magazine contributions. I’m intentionally making a long story short, nevertheless, writing is the first thing I think about when I awaken and in the evenings I have a pad and pen on the table next to my recliner to scribble down thoughts that often come to me.