Culture

August 08 2014

Every Spot is Sacred

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As the preacher read the Baptist wedding vows I realized I had never actually been to a Baptist wedding. I sat three rows back, right behind the family in the heat of the Northeastern Summer …

Just a Housewife (or Finding Refuge in the Kitchen)

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 I hide out in the last room I ever thought I would find refuge. Growing up I would watch my mother buzz around cutting boards, bowls of chopped up vegetables, pots and pans on the stove …

Culture

August 07 2014

Taste It All

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John the best friend of Jesus (imo) records the Lord hurling this verbal curve for those with ears to hear: I have come that they might have life, and have it to the full. Now most of us fingers-crossed interpret that …

Church

August 06 2014

A Sacramental Life

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His name was Thomps. Tall, lean, always smiling, Warren Thompson was the kind of man who made you think of Jesus every time you looked at him. I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone quite …

Culture

August 06 2014

When Words Fail

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Across her lap was my notebook, college ruled and crinkled from use. I had been writing songs in it, per her suggestion that I channel my inner angst up and out of myself and into …

His hands they heal, his hands they bruise.

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It’s 11:30 PM and I am deep in sleep. His hands find me. My slumbering mind reaches slow towards the surface, towards his touch. I want to go back to the deep but my body reacts to …

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