May 24, 2026

I don’t know why I went from Greensboro, North Carolina to Deer Isle, Maine to take a photograph of the full moon. Or to take any photograph. In the grip of inspiration you don’t ask questions. That is also the difference between our sixties and our eighties. I am quite content to sit by the still waters and watch the days go past. I don’t have to have anything to show for it. Or do something worth while. It is worth my while to sit, watching the days go by. If I want to write something, I write it. Speaking of writing, if you haven’t read what I have to say on the parable of the prodigal son, I suggest you read it. You will find it at jimwdollar.com under The Parable of the Prodigal Son. It will be the end of Christianity as we know it if enough people read what I have to say. Then Christianity will have a choice, to hang it up or to turn the light around and begin living, not to believe in Jesus, but to BE Jesus. Or, as he put it, “Turn and become as little children.” It is the same thing, as Jesus would be quick to say.