Jesus Christ
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Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma…
I once knew a guy. We called him, “The Chameleon.” Cham (pronounced “CAM”) for short. We called him that because of his great talent for effortlessly blending into his surroundings. If you were ever to ask him, “Who are you?”… Continue reading
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High School Heroes
Following a longer-than-normal walk with the dogs, Joan and I decided to reward them with a trip to our neighborhood Sonic Drive-In. She ordered her customary lemonberry slush while I favored the cold brew iced coffee. The dogs, naturally, snacked on… Continue reading
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Clarifying
I remember the first time I got glasses. I was in my mid-teens… maybe 14 or 15. Up until that moment, I was pretty satisfied with my view of the world. I mean, sure, there were times when I mistook… Continue reading
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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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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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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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EST-CE QUE TU PARLES FRANCAIS?
Joan and I have been in the south of France for the past week. And when I say, “the south of France,” I mean THE SOUTH. As in, imagining we hear banjos and guitars having a pick-off duel as we round… Continue reading
Russellings of the Spirit 