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Photo by Kelli Campbell I live in a landscape made for ghost stories. The weeping willow tree has turned the color of a copper penny. When fog curls around the trunk, I half believe the headless horseman will pass by. Perhaps the bright sunshine of summer washes out...
I'll be honest. Answering the question about the best Bible translation isn't as clean-cut as we'd like. And there are passionate voices on all sides of the argument. After everything I've learned about the various translations, my answer about the best Bible...
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...
"So easily 'spirituality' becomes a cafeteria through which we walk making...
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....
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