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there are nights we sit down to dinner because we need to eat. then there are nights — like this — where we sit down together because we need each other long before we even take a bite, feeling as crushed as garlic, hoping to find a taste of the patience that
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When they had come near Jerusalem and had reached Bethphage, at the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples, saying to them, “Go into the village ahead of you, and immediately you will find a donkey tied, and a colt with her; untie them and bring them to me. If
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I want to listen more than talk tonight. These are songs that continue to speak to me. "Old Friends" by Guy Clark. old friends you can always call old friends lord you can’t buy ‘em you know it’s old friends after all Don Henley wrote: because
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it’s has been grey all day as though dawn never came the early morning haze of mind and matter stayed the afternoon rain fell like a curtain the world played like an empty theater even though we could see each other today has been a series of solo acts
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Before church this morning, I turned again to Rock of Doubt to see what seeds might get planted on my way to worship. Sydney Carter was writing about the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey, particularly about why we go to see movies more than once. I’ve made a point
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Yes, I realize there is still two weeks to go until Easter. That said, I would like to share an article I wrote for Christian Reflection, a quarterly published by the Center for Christian Ethics at Baylor University. The piece is titled “On Beyond Easter.” Start here and follow the
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I spent the better part of the day writing, but not for this blog. I was working on a proposal for the next book. (I do love writing that sentence.) Tonight I have been staring at the screen for some time looking for the words that belong here. In the
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I spent today standing in kitchens then sitting around tables catering gig at lunch dinner with friends now I’m standing baking cookies like there is a tomorrow I love the flow from making to serving a tide of thankfulness going out and coming in offering and receiving listening and
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on the road to the resurrection I will pass a marker tomorrow eight months since dad died they’ve planted grass now my mother goes to water it not so long after easter even with an empty tomb nine months will come and go soon we’ll be talking years
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It may be April Fools’ Day, but it is also the beginning of National Poetry Month. Tonight, I want to help kick it off with three of my favorites. (to remind myself) i Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge,
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Marcia Norman: a new name to me, as of last night when an excerpt from something she had written arrived in an email from a dear friend. He didn’t offer commentary; he just knew she had something to say that I needed to hear, which was true. Now I
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I love it when a poem catches me by surprise. Most of the time, I do a pretty good job looking for them, but every so often (I’m happy to say) one shows up somewhere unexpectedly, ambushes me with alliteration or metaphor, and I am the better for it.