ZEDS Blog


I enjoy the essays of Dafoe, Addison, and Samuel
Johnson, all of which were published in pamphlets. Pamphlets were in vogue from 1650-1800, providing writers a forum to express views on politics, society, religion, and art. This has been revived in modern times in the form of blogs.

This is now a slight revamp of my blog that started in 2008.
My reading has become a little more specialized, although previous books commented on show I was heading this direction. At this point I will review mainly Christian texts or other texts from a Christian perspective. I intend to post more regularly with book reviews.

I consider reading and writing as part of the spiritual
journey toward maturity and, I hope, wisdom. These are postings of what I’m learning along the way.

Rod Zinkel, August 19, 2015


Saturday, November 15, 2008

Letter to the Seclusions

After a person has accumulated enough issues unresolved, and to which his opinion or want makes little or no difference, it seems the only way to find peace is to give up. To say of all self-interests: it doesn't matter. Then he is in harmony with the universe, because to the universe it doesn't matter.

One reason a single person should volunteer is to matter. I am not on a mission to make a difference; I am not the confident crusader. I just want to matter to someone besides myself. I know there are many who feel as I do. There are those who have become so reserved as to withdraw from the world, perhaps even with a wish that someone would ask them to come back. But the world goes on, and if you withdraw from it, you won't matter to it. While it is very difficult to step out when you have been pushed back so many times, it is up to you to interrupt the world.

While you may even want to resort to violence just to get someone's attention, the better way to interrupt is with kindness. Can you care about someone you don't know, as volunteer opportunities afford all the time? Don't you wish someone who doesn't know you yet would care? The world may not notice an act of kindness because, frankly, it may not even recognize it, but one individual might.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

The Claus Family Christmas Letter

Dear Friends and Family:

It has been nearly a year already. I’m sending this out early as I will be very busy the next two months. The end of the year is fast approaching and inventory’s at only one-and-a-half billion toys. I wanted Mrs. Claus to write this year’s letter again, but after I criticize last year’s, asking her not to include the clinical details of my hernia, she told me I must do it myself.
Mrs. Claus is doing well. She’s taken up a spinning class, which I thought had to do with wool, but evidently not. I asked her for a pair of socks and she told me to buy one.
The Mrs. has told me we need to improve our health. If I wasn’t so jolly I’d hate Web MD. We have to watch our carb intake, which I thought referred to our ’85 Buick Century, but evidently not. We tried aqua aerobics for a few minutes. I’m still recovering from hyperthermia. Mother has told me I might lose a little weight if I join in the reindeer games.
The reindeer are fine, but they tend to squabble. Cupid teased Donner, “What if Donner threw a party and nobody came?” I had to discourage teasing, but I admit that was pretty funny.
Working with elves is not unlike working with children. We have Elf on 24 hours a day. Imagine TBS is the only channel you get. And every hour-and-a-half another round of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.” How about throwing in Lord of the Rings once-in-a-while?
Oh, and those of you who are still hoping for a Wii this Christmas -- WE ARE WORKING ON IT! Have a merry Christmas. Be good to your parents. And don’t eat refrozen ice cream.

Santa Claus

(From Aurora's Northern Highlights.)

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Chapbook: Two Natures

The Neville Museum series has published a chapbook of 15 of my poems. They are of human and spiritual natures. Here are two poems from the book:

Two Natures

On still water of the pond
two natures you may notice--
where scum has been gathering,
there also grows the lotus.

One Way

There's a boy
who stands knee-high
to a July cornstalk.
He stares one way
down the dirt road
his mother has gone.
He find Fortune
has desrted him,
like the poverty-stricken,
society-forbidden parent.
"I can't take care of you," she said.
I am the child who mirrors
his mother's tears without knowing why?