Jesus Christ
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Hungry?
Yes. I’m hungry. It is about lunchtime here in Oregon as I sit and compose this post. My stomach is grumbling a bit because I have not eaten anything since the delicious dinner Joan prepared for us last night. But… Continue reading
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Who You Gonna Call?
The trip Joan and I are currently on has been an experiment of sorts. Specifically, it is the first time in our joint jauntings that we have plopped down in one place for a whole month. Some time ago we… Continue reading
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Grace? Truth? How about “YES!”
There is a place for artists. There is likewise a place for art critics. There is a place for athletes. There is likewise a place for sports writers. There is a place for leaders. There is likewise a place for… Continue reading
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Whole Again
Is it possible to know too much? Or to be too educated? As an avid advocate of education, I would tend to answer these questions in the negative. My argument would be that more harm has been done in (and… Continue reading
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Radical Hospitality
Lisa Walker – one of my earliest and still one of my favoritest church choir directors – first taught me the meaning of the phrase “radical hospitality.” In fact, I would almost venture out to the extremes of hyperbolic speech… Continue reading
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Notice me! Notice me!
Saw this car parked outside the grocery store the other day. I see a lot of cars like this in Colorado. Doubtless you also have seen this one or its twin at a grocery store, Home Depot, cinema, fitness center,… Continue reading
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Celebrate Freedom! (I guess…)
Happy (early) birthday, USA! 247? You don’t look a day over 246! Actually, that number of your birthdays (247) is also a great reminder of when we need to be vigilant about protecting our hard-won American political freedoms; 24 hours a day, 7… Continue reading
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Considering Sacrifice
My apologies for showing up late with a reflection on Memorial Day. I began writing this on Monday with the very best of intentions and then… well, stuff happened. For me, the word that should be most central to this… Continue reading
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Through the eyes of an eight-year-old
It probably shouldn’t have, but his question caught me completely off guard. There I was, innocently watching my grandson play baseball with his team there in the steamy heat of southwestern Louisiana this past weekend. I was there sitting on… Continue reading