Happy Holiday to you Russ. I love Karen so much. Today on the way to visit our family in Thousand Oaks Ca., Glenn and I will be stopping by the cemetery in Westlake Village to visit Karen's grave. I do this a couple of times a year.
Mike, in a world of screaming, wailing, '5-minute' wonders, you realise what an angelic voice Karen had. Please say thank you from me next time you visit.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
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We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love.
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Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.
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The merriest of Christmases, to you Russ.
Happy Holiday to you Russ. I love Karen so much. Today on the way to visit our family in Thousand Oaks Ca., Glenn and I will be stopping by the cemetery in Westlake Village to visit Karen's grave. I do this a couple of times a year.
A very merry Christmas to you Russ.
Davis, look out for Saturday!
Mike, in a world of screaming, wailing, '5-minute' wonders, you realise what an angelic voice Karen had. Please say thank you from me next time you visit.
Tim
Back at ya guys, hope your holidays are merry and bright.
Tim, when my brothers died in a private plane crash in 1971, the Carpenters music got me through a very horrible time. In 1975 I was so privileged to have lunch with Karen and Richard at a café on Sunset Strip. I will go visit her as long as I live.
Mike, good music and good-hearted people are what we all need to get us through life. Just like we get here on the Blue Truck.
So true, :)
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