• love

    advent journal: percussion

    by  • December 21, 2014 • advent journal, love, poetry • 2 Comments

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    love is the drum that beats in our bones even in our broken melodies of grief our symphonies of sorrow and sadness relentless resonance in the late night club of all that could have been the hope of the high hat the syncopation of surprise the gentle jazz of joy put your hands together...

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    advent journal: without

    by  • December 17, 2014 • advent journal, friends, grief, love • 3 Comments

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    One of my favorite Pierce Pettis songs begins, “The presence of your absence follows me.” The song has played in the background of my week because tomorrow, December 18, will mark five years since my dear friend David Gentiles died. I could say many things about David, but maybe this will give you an...

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    advent journal: answer this question

    by  • December 10, 2014 • advent journal, america, justice, love • 8 Comments

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    As I was driving to and from work today I heard interviews on NPR related to what is being called “The Torture Report,” or the “Senate Select Committee on Intelligence Study of the Central Intelligence Agency’s Detention and Interrogation Program,” which looked at the secret prisons the CIA ran around the world after September...

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    what love looks like

    by  • September 29, 2014 • communion, community, durham, grace, love • 6 Comments

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    I wish you could have been with me this weekend. It was end-of-summer-trying-to-be-fall weather in our little City of Encouragement, and it was the thirtieth North Carolina Pride Festival, which Durham has hosted for all three decades. One of the roles our church plays in the festivities is to host the Ecumenical Communion Service...

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    ginger in the snow

    by  • February 12, 2014 • love, marriage, poetry • 9 Comments

    who knows how many pictures of you I’ve taken how many times we’ve walked down our street — in sun and snow — on our way   to coffee and conversation yet you still steal my heart in the simplest of ways the singlest of frames the hope and ache   of a lifetime...

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