• lenten journal: taking my shot

    by  • March 22, 2019 • 2 Comments

    To paraphrase an old commercial, “I don’t play basketball, but I watch it on TV.” Actually, I played on one team when I was in sixth grade. We were on leave from Africa and living in Fort Worth. I was on the Royal Ambassadors team for our church. (If you don’t know what Royal...

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    lenten journal: the space between our sufferings

    by  • March 19, 2019 • 9 Comments

    the space between our sufferings this is one of those nights when the day has been long and I’m looking for words in a blank book of an evening because I promised I would have something to say I promised to meet you here I have riffled through the pages of my memory hoping...

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    lenten journal: someone is always leaving

    by  • March 18, 2019 • 0 Comments

    someone is always leaving I was twelve years old before I met someone who had never moved and I discovered I was the strange one because I was accustomed to suitcases I was twenty-nine before I had friend for ten years and had stayed close enough to grow our friendship face to face instead...

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    lenten journal: sing a new song

    by  • March 17, 2019 • 5 Comments

    I saw an article several months ago that claimed people quit looking for new music after they turn thirty. The study went back to 2015 and talked about neurological reasons we get dug in and cultural ones as well. The article came to mind again as I was thinking about W. S. Merwin’s death...

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    lenten journal: we are saying thank you

    by  • March 16, 2019 • 2 Comments

    I opened my laptop this evening to the news that W. S. Merwin died yesterday. He was a prolific and powerful poet whose words have left their mark on my life. I am going to use this page to share some of those with you. My first introduction to him was “For the Anniversary...

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    lenten journal: to mourn is to mark . . .

    by  • March 15, 2019 • 3 Comments

    to mourn is to mark . . . the moment when the world was ripped open, torn asunder and then not to hurry on the palpable absence of those taken—not lost, but stolen— and then wrap our arms around it the seduction of fear that disguises itself as revenge or even righteous indignation that...

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    lenten journal: evensong

    by  • March 14, 2019 • 5 Comments

    evensong these are the days when dusk feels indecisive, reluctant to bring the day to an end yet holding on for a few minutes more each evening, as though trying to make room for just one more thing. I love the long reach of the light, the fading fire that fills the horizon but...

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    lenten journal: the calculus of christ

    by  • March 13, 2019 • 2 Comments

    I led a Bible study Monday night at church looking at Mark 8 and the things that happened leading up to Jesus saying: After calling the crowd together with his disciples, Jesus said to them, “All who want to come after me must say no to themselves, take up their cross, and follow me....

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    lenten journal: words and music

    by  • March 12, 2019 • 1 Comment

    As we finish up our first week of Lent, it seems a good time to offer some songs for the road. I’ve chosen songs that have come alive to me for one reason or another over the past months. Gillian Welch’s “One Little Song” seems a good place to start. gotta be a song...

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    lenten journal: the flavor of fear

    by  • March 11, 2019 • 4 Comments

    I have a growing collection of phrases that I have come across reading. I started writing them down just to see what they might become. One of them became the title of the poem below, though I’m not sure this is an ice cream shop I’d enjoy. the flavor of fear social anxiety a...

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    lenten journal: context

    by  • March 10, 2019 • 2 Comments

    This morning before church I read more of Seven Thousand Ways of Listening by Mark Nepo. He talked about how being on a snowy road one night sent him into a memory about his father. Nepo said, “When I returned to the snowy road, I wasn’t sure which road I was on.” Reflection on...

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    lenten journal: spring forward

    by  • March 9, 2019 • 5 Comments

    spring forward it is a childish act of communal arrogance to think we can change what time it is simply by agreeing to do so the sun will be nonplussed in its rising and setting, no stars will be dismayed the moon will not be late we have given our folly a name that...

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