[PearlyGates] Issue #0847

Sunday greetings, everyone!

Grandma Cybersalt and I are going to be held hostage today. We will be surrendering ourselves to our captors around 2:00pm. We will do this willingly because we are already held captive by the love we have for our granddaughter who is performing in the show.

The program, which collects children from local schools and puts the show on for the community is called PACE, which stands for Performance and something, something, Excellence - or something like that. The actual name does not matter because whether I know or not I it, I will be watching their show for 3 hours!

Why 3 hours? I think it is because amidst the heavy focus on putting together a performance opportunity for the participants, somehow the idea of how to plan a show (where the audience is not ready to give away the secret location of the troops if they are allowed to leave and not come back until the summer show) has been lost in the mix.

I would say more, but I am afraid the leaders of PACE might find this online and pay me a visit to adjust my attitude. If that does happen, I want to be clear, right here and now, that everything I have written above I have done so out of duress because my captors are forcing me to. Who might that be? Well, perhaps I have already said too much!

Today's video share looks at the place on earth where you can be most alone with your thoughts - so long as you don't mind some astronauts passing through the neighbourhood!
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Enjoy the rest of today's digest!

~ Pastor Tim 

A rabbi and his two friends, a priest and a minister, played poker for small stakes once a week. The only problem was that they lived in a very conservative blue-law town. One night, the sheriff raided their game and took all three before the local judge.

After listening to the sheriff's story, the judge sternly inquired of the priest, "Were you gambling, Father?"

The priest looked toward heaven, whispered, "Oh, Lord, forgive me," and then said aloud, "No, your honor, I was not gambling."

"Were you gambling, Reverend?" the judge asked the minister.

The minister repeated the priest's actions and replied, "No, your honor, I was not gambling."

Turning to the third clergyman, the judge asked, "Were you gambling, Rabbi?"

The rabbi eyed him coolly and replied, "With whom?"