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  Genesis 9:13   I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.   I snapped this picture one-handed with my iPhone while driving 60 mph across the Susquehanna River Bridge. Don't recommend doing that unless one has to take a pic like this. My steering wheel was the shaky tripod.   The photo is hardly a true representation of the majestic sight. As I pulled over after crossing the bridge, I saw a complete rainbow from horizon to horizon, like a giant smile across the sky. I don't recall ever seeing the whole rainbow from end-to-end ever.     The rainbow in the Bible is a sign to mankind of God's grace. Post-Noah, we can look to the rainbow and see the colors of God's compassion to humanity. The flood was judgment, the rainbow a promise of redemption. The river is a baptism of sorts into the reality of the brokenness of the world. I drive west daily to engage culture vocationally as a high school coun

"People are softened by the forced reflection of loss." Into the Wild I camped out Friday night. In my living room, in front of my TV fire. that hearth of flickering images and sound. I had one of those sleeping bag inflatable mats to cushion the carpeted terrain of the floor. Roughing it. I have been wanting to go on a riff and rant about television recently but then have had some new experiences that I wish to add to my thoughts. Since I am only blogging once a week, I need to merge a whole seven days of mulling my thoughts into a coherent diatribe of madness. I even made a skillet of bacon in the morning. If I die of a heart attack, no autopsy needed. Probably was the half of a package of bacon I eat every Saturday. Perfectly cooked. No more dumping the grease with soap down the kitchen drain. The last plumbing bill of $ 250 has compelled me to take the grease out back and pour it into the grass. No qualms about pouring the grease into me though.      Earl