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 …

When Children Appear (as Grown-ups)

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During the hurried disquiet commonly referred to as “The Holidays,” the spinning seems relentless. But every now and then—especially when we least expect it—the world slows. Or, appears to slow. Either way, it allows us …

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 …

Culture

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 …

Church

December 11 2014

Shh

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When the Lamb opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour. (Revelation 8:1) The season of Advent thrusts us into paradox. We listen to the prophetic words of Isaiah, meditating …

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