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Christ in the Wilderness – Consider the Lilies by Stanley Spencer The trees hold tufts of snow, cold, white, cotton balls lifted toward a pale blue winter sky. Yesterday I painted three canvases. I have no idea what I’m doing, paint-wise, but bold...
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You have to return to the tomb to experience resurrection. Return to the place where once you knew without doubt all hope was gone, the last dying gasp of breath expelled. Then silence, stillness and the great tearing open of sky and earth. The first sign...
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It’s not the cold, snow, and wind that get to me. Not our house’s perpetually crunchy, dirty floors. Not even the smell of the litter box and the cat food scattered near and far. No, in winter, it’s the laundry that gets to me most, causing my spirit...
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The Season of Resurrection Slender green fingers point toward the windswept sky, where a battle rages between blue and cottony white. Daffodil heads, wrapped in linen brown nod graciously, bright yellow flags waiting to unfurl. ...
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The following is a work of fiction based on the story of Jesus eating at Simon the Pharisee’s house (Luke 7:36-50). It’s based on a sermon from awhile back and seemed somehow appropriate for Lent. He tended to every detail. ...
