• lenten journal: small

    by  • March 21, 2016 • 1 Comment

    small

    Anger has never come easy for me. My father grew up in an angry household, for reasons that would take several posts to explain. His take away from those days was to decide the family he helped to create would not live that way. He didn’t yell or lose his temper, and neither did...

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    lenten journal: hope

    by  • March 20, 2016 • 7 Comments

    hope

    I sang in church this morning. One of the folks I have met since moving to Guilford is a guy named Geoff and he and I sang “The Touch of the Master’s Hand” in worship. Most people know the song because of Wayne Watson, but I had the privilege of learning it while I...

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    lenten journal: holy week

    by  • March 19, 2016 • 0 Comments

    holy week

    the road from here to resurrection is mapped in my mind (and my heart), from palms to parables, crowds to cross. I know the days, the steps, the words, the mileposts. my feet are covered with the dust from the feet of disciples who walked this way when the road was not so well...

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    lenten journal: politics

    by  • March 18, 2016 • 4 Comments

    politics

    here in america we yell at each other as though anger were a pre-existing condition, and diatribe an anagram of democracy; but screaming doesn’t make it so: louder and truer are not synonyms— the same goes for rich and smart. the word becomes flesh the light shines in the darkness and the shouting cannot...

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    lenten journal: keepsake

    by  • March 17, 2016 • 2 Comments

    keepsake

    keepsake there are some nights when the sky turns the color of friendship and fades into the crisp darkness of gratitude friends old and new around our table shared food and stories love and laughter as though there was enough for all we’ve washed the dishes saved the leftovers and turned out the lights...

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    lenten journal: symbol

    by  • March 15, 2016 • 2 Comments

    symbol

    Today marks two months since my mother died. This poem found me today. symbol the old cast iron skillet has soaked up a cookbook of stories, handed down from Grandma to you and then to me. just salt—no soap— to clean it; i run my hand around the side and I feel the soft...

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    lenten journal: simple

    by  • March 14, 2016 • 2 Comments

    simple

    I started a new Wendell Berry essay this morning, knowing I didn’t really have the energy to read the whole thing, and he still got me with his opening paragraphs: A sentence of my own, written thirteen years ago, has stayed in my mind. In it, I was speaking of the connection between my...

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    lenten journal: time

    by  • March 13, 2016 • 2 Comments

    time

    The summer between my junior and senior years at Baylor, I lived in Waco, even though I didn’t need to go to summer school, because I had a weekend pastorate at Pecan Grove Baptist Church, which sat on FM 107 between Oglesby and Mound. The church paid me enough to make my rent and...

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    lenten journal: fire

    by  • March 12, 2016 • 2 Comments

    fire

    Even before I read any of the reports of election-related happenings around the country, I felt depressed, so I am choosing to limit my intake as much as I can. Still, I am troubled. I can remember, after past elections that seemed contentious, but now pale by comparison, hearing people say we were blessed...

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