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    advent journal: limited perspective

    by  • December 2, 2016 • advent journal, hope, poetry • 1 Comment

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    limited view Somewhere in the soundtrack of my life these words broke in: “the things we are bounded by make us capable of excellence.” Not bound like a prisoner— shackled—but bounded, perhaps even boundaried: put the rails up on the lane and we all throw more strikes. Freedom, at its finest is more than...

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    stonecatchers

    by  • November 15, 2016 • america, fear, hope, kindness • 24 Comments

    stone-catcher

    I’ve allowed myself to become stuck in the aftermath of both the campaign and the election. The volume of discourse has been overwhelming, even when those talking on the same side. Opinions about everything from sexism to safety pins feel as though most all of them are shouted. I haven’t wanted to join in,...

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    aftermath

    by  • September 27, 2016 • america, fear, hope, justice • 13 Comments

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    aftermath   I didn’t watch the debate last night on purpose. I went to bed and woke this morning to screens strewn with the debris of comments and video clips like empty beer cups and hot dog wrappers left after a WWF cage match.   Orange is the new angry. No. It’s the same...

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    further along

    by  • September 19, 2016 • change, grace, hope, sermon • 4 Comments

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    This is the manuscript of the sermon I preached yesterday at First Congregational Church of Guilford UCC. The text was Genesis 37 and the sermon was the beginning of a series on Joseph that Ginger and Sarah will be continuing. I titled it, “Further Along”. ______________________ Family: it’s one of the most comforting and...

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    quiet time

    by  • September 3, 2016 • change, grief, hope, poetry • 8 Comments

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    I have been quiet for a long time, I know. One of these things I learned about myself is I grew weary of feeling I needed to respond to the issues of the day—and by “needed” I mean allowing myself the luxury of thinking I had something that had to be said. I stay...

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    penultimate

    by  • April 20, 2016 • hope, love, marriage, poetry • 4 Comments

    rehearsal dinner

    penultimate it was the night before though I suppose I could say it was the last night but that is not how I’ve ever thought of it nothing was ending everything was beginning we gathered everyone we could think of in the fellowship hall to tell stories eat barbecue and mark the moment nothing...

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    window

    by  • April 4, 2016 • durham, hope, poetry • 2 Comments

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    window the late afternoon light is the color of gratitude wouldn’t you say as the shadows grow longer and the coming chill pulls us closer what else is there but thank you Peace, Milton

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    perspective

    by  • March 28, 2016 • easter, grief, hope, poetry • 2 Comments

    daffodils

    perspective the daffodils bow their heads in the early morning rain without explanation, on this day after resurrection. I am left to find resonance in both reverence of redemption and the weight of the water. the raindrops hang like tears on the window, or tiny jewels, depending on where I am. my coffee cup...

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