• inherited responsibility

    by  • January 12, 2017 • 3 Comments

    I spent part of my day working from a window seat at The Marketplace, a wonderful coffee shop-café-grocery store that sits on the edge of the Guilford Town Green, which is renowned as the largest town green in New England (almost eight acres) and was designed by Frederick Law Olmstead, who also designed Central...

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    may these words become flesh . . .

    by  • January 5, 2017 • 2 Comments

    As Christmastide comes to a close, I come offering a collection of thoughts and words that have found their way to me over the past couple of weeks, mostly through my reading. John begins his gospel saying, “The Word became flesh and dwelt among us.” This year, his words have called me to try...

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    advent journal: incremental incarnation

    by  • December 24, 2016 • 8 Comments

    I didn’t write yesterday because I didn’t sleep well the night before. On purpose. As one who lives with sleep apnea, from time to time I have to take a sleep test, which means trying to sleep without my CPAP, affectionately known at our house as my Snuffleupagus Machine because it requires of me...

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    advent journal: the longest night

    by  • December 21, 2016 • 4 Comments

    As I rode the train into New York, hoping for sunrise this morning, I came across an article shared by a couple of friends stating that tonight would be “the darkest night in 500 years” because the solstice was paired with a lunar eclipse. Now there’s a metaphor, I thought, because that is how...

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    advent journal: singing towards bethlehem

    by  • December 20, 2016 • 4 Comments

    A comment from my friend Jeff on last night’s post sent me on a bit of a musical journey today, so I thought I would invite you to make it with me as we head to the manger. After reading about our new house in Durham, he quoted the chorus of a Kenny Loggins record I...

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    advent journal: home by another way

    by  • December 19, 2016 • 18 Comments

    I haven’t written for the last few days because we have been traveling. Wednesday night, after our Service of Reflection and Remembrance, Ginger and I loaded up a rented van with some furniture, pictures, and household goods we had packed in the barn and began driving to Durham, North Carolina (in New England, you...

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    advent journal: breathing lessons

    by  • December 13, 2016 • 5 Comments

    The book I started on my ride to New York this morning was Unpacking the Boxes: A Memoir of a Life in Poetry by Donald Hall. A couple of pages in, I found this sentence: Their house was always dark: it felt like held breath. (5) The sentence stayed with me. When I sat...

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    advent journal: doing the math

    by  • December 11, 2016 • 1 Comment

    I’m seventy minutes away from the end of my sixtieth year, as I sit down to write, and I have a confession to make: I am not a mathematician. I did, however, just stumble upon something as I was trying to figure out what words to use to close out this decade and begin...

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    advent journal: a wonderful day

    by  • December 10, 2016 • 4 Comments

    The fact that Ginger and I have been in Guilford a little over a year now means we are beginning to do things for the second time; our inaugural year is over. Last year I was invited to serve on the Christmas Tree Committee, which, I learned, meets only once a year on the...

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    advent journal: caught by surprise

    by  • December 9, 2016 • 12 Comments

    My plan for this evening was to write my blog post. Ginger was finishing her sermon for Sunday. The two of us were at a coffee shop in Branford, the town next to us. About seven, she said she was hungry and suggested we pick up a gift certificate we had at home for...

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