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The end of March carries much significance. These are the days of March Madness when we watch basketball more than any other time of year. These are the days that mark at least the promise of Spring. These days are the gentle base path to Opening Day of the baseball
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Today was a quintessential Durham Day. I started by dropping off cookies at Cocoa Cinnamon where I met Sarah, a member of our church, to talk about a fundraising dinner I am going to cater this summer for her nonprofit organization. Then I went to lunch with Leon, who owns
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I have walked with a limp all day my ankle bandaged, cane in hand, no great story — I sprained it with one simple step off of a crumpled concrete sidewalk; the same ankle I turned twice carrying our sick dog down the stairs a few years ago, and then again
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My offering today consists of parts of our worship service at Pilgrim: the call to worship, the prayer of confession, and our benediction. I was moved by the words and wanted to pass them along. Call to Worship Lent is the journey into the acceptance of mystery, a time of
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We took a long walk this morning through downtown Durham working to prepare for our walk of part of the Camino de Santiago coming up this summer. While we walked, a bunch of folks ran a 25K to commemorate twenty-five years of Merge Records. We were walking to end up
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Like many people in America, I’ve spent as much time as I could find the last two days watching the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament. I enjoy the competition, whether I know the teams or not. And I would love for everyone to come down to the last shot,
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I woke up this morning thinking about music not only because of my post yesterday but because I had tickets tonight to see Shawn Colvin and Steve Earle. Front row seats, thanks to my friend, Jay. So Ginger and I walked in the cool of this very first spring evening
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As I was walking into work this morning, I found myself singing this song: many’s the time I’ve been mistaken and many times confused yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken and certainly misused oh, but I’m all right, I’m all right I’m just weary
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I was a history major in college. I love the stories. And the history department at Baylor had some great story tellers. Robert Reid told of the rise and fall of the Greeks and Romans, Pat Ward appropriately skeptical insight on American foreign policy, and Wallace Daniel knew both Russian
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I’m excited the NCAA basketball tournaments begin this week because that means baseball is not far behind. I do love watching baseball. When my book came out, one reviewer commented that I must have included the chapter titled “Striking Out” just because I loved baseball and wanted to write
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I spent some time in the yard today. Weeding. We were promised more rain this afternoon, so I tried to get out ahead of it to weed the side of the front yard around the dogwood we planted a little over two years ago in memory of Reuben, my father-in-law.
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These two quotes crossed my path today. A person is a kind of sacrament: something made of molecules by which we become aware of something else which is not made of molecules. — Sydney Carter Christianity is art and not money. — William Blake Here is where they took me. bread and