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(The field of soybeans coming in across the street from our house.) Late, I arrived at a recent Pastoral Development Day on the tail-end of opening worship. I slipped quietly into a single stuffed chair down low in the back of the room, curling my legs and feet...
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Getting found almost always means being lost for a while. – Anne Lamott in Small Victories Too high. Too great. Too marvelous. These are the kind of things my heart was snagged on this morning. My eyes were lifted up toward the future, toward...
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Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt – marvelous error!- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. – from Last Night as I Was Sleeping, by Antonio Machado Two batches of oatmeal-peanut butter-chocolate chip cookies. One box of brownies. A double-batch...
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I didn’t have a cleric’s collar, a long robe or rosary. I lacked a book of formal rites and a heavy, dangling cross. Because of this, I envied the Catholic chaplain (a priest) who strolled the hospital halls with confidence, the concrete symbols of his authority...
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Within you dwells a wood – there are trails, some old and overgrown, others fresh-cut and, between them, wide open spaces filled with untamed growth. In those woods you are every age you have ever been, every age you will be. Those woods walk up the...
