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Whew! What a crazy month March was! We’ve been gone so long that I almost forgot how to draw Miller! And I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing!!

But rest assured that we here at Jackson Press are rested, relaxed, and ready to roll! And we’ve got all kinds of interesting adventures and misadventures to share with you over the next several dispatches, as we try to settle back into our cartoon routine here at Jackson Acre.

And we’ve worked hard on that cartoon routine, carefully honing it over the last two years of Sunday mornings, sitting in our office here at Jackson Acre, sitting in our Civil Servitude jammies, drinking coffee from our Civil Servitude mug, drawing these ridiculous little funnies. It was an exercise that I actually looked forward to, a way to relax and unwind, easing into the start of a new week, filling the time with simple humor shared with you, our dear readers.

But things are changing. We’ve discovered religion here at Jackson Press. No, we’re not shaving our heads, donning saffron robes, and trading flowers for donations at the airport. Nothing quite that exciting. And no Scientology, either (Tom Cruise did NOT do anything to help that religion!). No, we’re simply trying to attend – with some regularity not requiring bran muffins – a local non-denominational church here in town. It’s been entertaining and educational and our children are finally learning about people like Noah and Moses and Jonah.

And that’s the primary factor in attending church – my embarrassment over the fact that my children had no idea who Noah, Jonah, or Moses were. So I’m giving them a religious foundation to start from, a first religion for them to either embrace or reject once they get old enough to start asking the tough questions of “why do we believe this?” and “how does this fit in my life?”.

This church has contemporary singing, which bugs the hell out of me. It’s nice enough music, but it just doesn’t feel like real church without a few choruses of “Old Rugged Cross” or “Rock of Ages”. And my adult appreciation for those old hymns surprises me, especially because when I was a kid I always hated trying to sing in the same weird, falsetto keys that the blue-haired old ladies in the front rows were belting out. It’s like the old hymns were written just for little old ladies to sing – loudly.

And this new reintroduction has me asking some fundamental questions, yet again in my life. Here’s the biggest one currently vexing me – why is it that God has to be male? Why is the Creator of All Things (sounds like a title from “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”, doesn’t it?) a man? Shouldn’t the Creator of All Things be a woman? A female Giver of Life and Deliverer of Existence? Is the Bible sexist??

Please, no hate mail over my questions. I’m sure there’s a perfectly medieval explanation somewhere in the Bible; I just have to find it. I only hope that my questions aren’t considered blasphemy by some ultra-conservative, right-wing religious zealots. God know those folks over in the whacko Scientology camp are already gunning for me!

But, yes, we here at Jackson Press are back at work! The presses are again rolling and new episodes of the misadventures in Bluff City city hall are once again churning out by the boatload (or ark-load, if you will, although my children had no bloody idea what an ark was, nor why it was full of animals).

Still Trying To Recover From The Month of March!!