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It’s An Outrage!
The other day I heard someone say (or perhaps they posted it on a social media platform), “If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention.” The implication here is that the goal of awake, alert people should be to ascend to… Continue reading
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Happy New Day
So here we are… sitting in front of this gigantic, mysterious package; trying to figure out where and how to begin opening it… wondering what surprises, delights, horrors, or joys it might contain. The mysterious package I refer to is,… Continue reading
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Winter Wonderland
It finally snowed here in Fort Collins. The falling right now is the first snow this season… and the latest first snow in the town’s history. And so naturally, as Patrick the dog and I set out on our morning walk –… Continue reading
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Slow Down, Cowboy
Time passes. Things change. The fresh, new, and exciting slowly becomes the stale, old, and predictable. Energy that once sprang from a bottomless reservoir now trickles sparingly, as if dripping from a clogged waterspout. Possibilities begin winking out one by… Continue reading
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Jesus and Santa
On our morning walk today, I saw a sign in a neighbor’s front yard that read: “JESUS IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON.” And being the eager Jesus follower I am, I responded with a hearty, “Heck yeah! That’s right, brother/sister/non-binary… Continue reading
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To Plunge or Not to Plunge…
When an inanimate object really, REALLY becomes a member of your family, you give it a name. We named him Travis. “Him,” in this case is a 2017 Winnebago Travato, Class B touring coach. Or RV, if you prefer. For… Continue reading
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An Undistorted Reality
“I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?” (Isaiah 43:19, NRSV) Have you ever noticed the way anticipation tends to distort reality… both positively and negatively? If you’re not sure what I am talking about, think… Continue reading
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The Unbreakable Bubble
Check this out… Shortly after moving to Fort Collins, CO, Joan and I were walking the dogs in nearby Fossil Creek Park. It was early December, but snow had yet to make an appearance. As we approached the base of… Continue reading
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Thanks for those scars
For the most part, I don’t have a lot of scars. (Not that you can see, at least). There’s this one on the front side of my left index finger. That’s from getting it caught on the top of a… Continue reading
Russellings of the Spirit 