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The first morning of the Great Darkness, I slid out the back door into deafening silence. The door shuddered down the track and then glided closed again with a groan. I reached up, up - stretching my leg muscles with tip-toed feet in worn sneakers - then down past my...
One Friday night when I was 18, a friend and I left to do one of those college visits, the ones to see if you want to spend huge sums of money on over four years, and most likely the twenty years following also. I had a soccer game that night, so we embarked on our,...
I love the morning drive when I take my son to school. Well, most of it. We don't always talk much. But we pray together every morning when we get close to the school. That's my favorite time, as I lift him up to the Lord, ask for protection, and that He grant him...
"So easily 'spirituality' becomes a cafeteria through which we walk making selections according to our taste an appetite... confinement turns into concentration, illusion transmutes into hope, death changes to resurrection." - Eugene Peterson I'm a bit of a vagrant...
And I am sorry. I wanted to give you metaphors that sing, but I have only this...
I was talking about human trafficking recently with a small group of friends....
I remember 1987 as the year of desperation. It was also the year I graduated...
It's fairly common in a situation to want to shift the blame to the other...
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