Trinity Lutheran Church in Milwaukee, the one downtown that mostly burned down last year, wished every a happy 3/16.  I wish I had thought of that.

Thursday was PI day, 3.14.  Which doesn’t do me a lot of good, because 3.14 is math and I’m not usually supposed to eat pie, though I am familiar with PI as in the Greek word pneuma – spirit, Petros – rock or even periastrapto – shined around. As in the light that shined around Saul and knocked him to the ground (Acts 9:3)

Friday was 3/15 the Ides of March on which 60 conspirators, calling themselves the “liberators” assassinated Julius Caesar, famous for his history of the Gallic Wars and saying “Veni, Vidi, Vici.”  Shakespeare gives the credit to Marcus Brutus for the knifing to which Caesar responds, according to the playwright, “et tu Brutus.”

And this is 3/16 which suggests those words of the first Bible Passage I memorized, “For God so loved the world that he sent his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.”

Not all three sixteens contain such good news. For instance, Gen. 3:16 Follows the man and woman eating the fruit and God says to the woman, “I will surely multiply your pain in childbearing; in pain you shall bring forth children.  (and yet) Your desire shall be for your husband, and he shall rule over you.”

You can finish up the pursuit of 3/16, but I need to check on some porkchops in the oven.