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    advent journal: perspective

    by  • December 2, 2015 • america, faith, hope, peace, poetry • 3 Comments

    Perspective I feel small in the face of overwhelming violence: another killing, another killing, another killing . . . it’s as hard to be hopeful as it is to be poetic. How can our kindness afford to be random when the violence is intentional? This can’t be the last word. Peace, Milton

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    lenten journal: adventure

    by  • February 28, 2015 • faith, lenten journal, love, marriage, seeing • 3 Comments

    I am writing late tonight because I have been at a wedding. The daughter of church friends got married this evening. Several weeks ago, they contacted me about baking pies for the wedding. They didn’t want a cake. Instead they wanted individual mini pies—equal amounts of key lime and chocolate chess. We came up...

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    lenten journal: liberal

    by  • February 25, 2015 • community, faith, lenten journal • 8 Comments

    Liberal. It’s a word that most certainly elicits a response. In the media, it’s a lightning rod. In the dictionary, it means generous and open-minded. I’ve been thinking about the word for a couple of days now after having read an article about a professor at my alma mater who was calling for those...

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    lenten journal: jazz

    by  • February 20, 2015 • faith, lenten journal, music • 7 Comments

    I can’t claim to know very much about jazz. I did see Miles Davis perform once—and he played the entire show without ever speaking to the audience. He did speak on other occasions and said things like this: Don’t play what’s there, play what’s not there. Sometimes you have to play a long time...

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    ash wednesday: dust

    by  • February 18, 2015 • faith, hope, lenten journal, love • 6 Comments

    When I was in seminary, I pastored Pecan Grove Baptist Church, which was outside of Gatesville, Texas. To be more specific, the little white church sat next to a creek off of FM 107 between Oglesby and Mound. Now you know right where it was, or is—it’s still there. When I went drove down...

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