In my last post I posed the thought that maybe God is just as confused as some of us with all this religious mumbo-jumbo that gets thrown around these days. I know it’s hard to believe, but a great deal of what we Christians build our lives around comes out of sacramental wine with a vintage year of – oh, say – 1600 AD. And they didn’t put expiration labels on the bottles with “Best When Used by…” dates. Too bad. A lot of that aged wine has turned to vinegar. Speaking of wine, my sainted Baptist mother who was [READ MORE]