There are many spirits so-called in the world. I like to think that there is only one spirit, and that is the Holy Spirit. Spirit of this--spirit of that--especially art spirit--what a waste!--the Holy Spirit is the only one I trust, and I think She is a beautiful woman who carries a flaming, razor sharp, two edged sword ready to cut down anything that would hurt Her babies. I have heard that prayer changes things--foowy! Prayer changes the prayee--the world only changes secondarily. Half--no, more than half--of the things we pray for would kill us if they were granted. I think God only answers prayers that keep us safe and whole. I am becoming an old guy now (63 today), and all I really want to do is to die in peace and unafraid. The problem is--I won't get the grace to do that until the time comes. I wouldn't miss dying--the notion of a sudden exit from the ground to meet Jesus in the air, as some believe, is scary as hell itself--like Freddie Krugar, the chainsaw killer. I have had sex, learned to drive a car, flown an airplane, had grandkids, been married three times, gone bankrupt, been forclosed (rather modified), hit one home run in Little League, and made touchdowns on the football field--what's left? I have been so happy lately that I can hardly stand it. My art career is in full gear at long last. I feel that great things are about to happen to me--like finding a chewing tobacco that won't make me sick--I can't wait. I am trying to cut some deals with the Holy Spirit as I write that will help me sink 4 foot putts--keep me in your prayers.
Here is portrait I did for a friend. It is kind of tight, but what can I say--I am not perfect--Don