I've been away for much longer than I intend; today is waiting day. I'm waiting to hear about a job. Nothing big, just a part-time deal from home. We're all also waiting on the results of Republican primaries in Alabama, Mississippi, and Hawai'i. Romney is expected to win the Aloha State, so all attention turns to the South. I do not for a second believe any of the polls coming out of the two states. Gingrich will not win tonight, and neither will Romney. But Santorum MUST avoid 3rd place in both places, or he's done. If he doesn't, Romney will say that he did way better than anyone thought and that Gingrich is a regional irrelevance (which he is). Next week, (or the week after) IL is the huge prize. I had expected a huge Romney win in a liberal state, but Santorum is within the margin of error. A win would instantly reset the race. A close loss would push Santorum forward. We'll see.
I once had a friend, a dear friend, who helped me with personal care needs in college. Reformed Presbyterian to the core. When I was a Reformed Presbyterian, I visited their church many times. We were close. I still consider his siblings my friends. (And siblings in the Lord.) Nevertheless, when I began to consider the claims of the Catholic Church to be the Church Christ founded, he took me out to breakfast. He implied--but never quite stated--that we would not be brothers, if I sought full communion with the Catholic Church. That came true; a couple years later, I called him on his birthday, as I'd done every year for close to ten of them. He didn't recognize my number, and it was the most strained, awkward phone call I have ever had. We haven't spoken since. We were close enough that I attended the rehearsal dinner for his wedding. His wife's uncle is a Catholic priest. I remember reading a blog post of theirs, that early in their relationship, she told him of the p
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