Holly and Jolly and Harried and Holy

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Like any child, I quickly picked up the party line around Christmas: it had a Real Meaning that parents, pastors and other authority figures constantly cautioned us to think about, really think about. If I could have articulated …

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December 18 2014

I Want a Literal Seventh Day

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They say you rested on the seventh day. After six days of creative activity, you took a break. No more speaking words and watching world wisp into place. I can't imagine what it is like …

On being “healed of being a big deal”

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When I was four years old, I donned the emerald green satin leotard of my dreams, tutu attached, and danced on a stage before an auditorium full of smiling people, STARING AT ME (and about …

Who am I? Trying to Separate Faith From Depression

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I’ve never wanted to be a broken record. Spinning the same monosyllabic sounds over and over again. I feel like I’m always the “honest” guy. Which, I’m fine with to a certain extent, but can …

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December 15 2014

none to comfort

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I used to anticipate Christmas. I anticipated The Birth, the joy and the peace. The weeks of waiting, called Advent, intensified the arrival of the baby. The purple-clad days of Advent and its slow burning …

when sometimes the Gospel reading ends with a vulture and a corpse.

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I I’m writing this on the morning they say we will hear if the grand jury in Ferguson has decided to indict Officer Darren Wilson for the murder of Michael Brown. This is the ninth morning …

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