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My little boy resting in those early days. (A reflection on the Last Supper that I wrote during Holy Week, an invitation to us all as we return again and again to that life-changing meal.) It’s Holy Week and my littlest boy is sick. A fever struck early...
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There’s just one shower here at our new old farm house and it stands about three feet high over an ancient porcelain tub. It’s quirky, you might say, just the sort of thing to inspire a little poetry, and here’s a case where one poem popped up...
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My friend spoke at a retreat recently, teaching about the use of icons in prayer. She explained that icons are painted with skewed perspective – limbs jut off at odd angels and the symmetry typically associated with beauty is often missing. “The...
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The cheeks of a two-year-old are delightfully irresistible, which is why I kiss them as often as I can. This morning, in fact, I leaned over and planted one on Levi’s tender cheek for a reason I cannot remember, but he quickly pulled back in pain. Yesterday he fell...
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What is the kingdom of God like? And to what should I compare it? It is like a mustard seed that someone took and sowed in the garden; it grew and became a tree, and the birds of the air made nests in its branches. Luke 13:18-19 The large, brown seed sat...
