• Posts Tagged ‘kindness’

    lenten journal: cloud of witnesses

    by  • March 29, 2011 • Uncategorized • 0 Comments

    the eighth grader who wants to knowif I’ve graded the paper he turned in yesterday.the neighbor ranting on the listservtaking out his frustration on the rest of us. the guy at the shelter who helped mecarry in the chicken for tomorrow night’s meal.the woman in front of me at Costcowho didn’t seem prepared for...

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    hands of kindness

    by  • January 13, 2010 • Uncategorized • 2 Comments

    I wish I knew how it all began. Maybe it was the cold snap last weekend, but then again, maybe not. Something happened, though, and all I was left with was a perfectly viable Internet connection and a MacBook that couldn’t find it. Ginger’s laptop could, but not mine. I let it sit for...

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    he’s got danny glover eyes

    by  • August 27, 2009 • Uncategorized • 4 Comments

    We have a new dishwasher at the restaurant at Duke. His name is Arnaldo and he is from Cuba. He is about my height and, I’m guessing not much over half my weight. His skin is dark – ebony – and yet luminous enough to let you see the lines worn into his skin...

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    waking up

    by  • May 30, 2009 • Uncategorized • 5 Comments

    I’m about a week and a half into the resurrection of the ritual of writing my Morning Pages and I’m already feeling a shift. I’m getting used to getting up and, other than making the coffee, letting those three handwritten pages be the first thing I do. Those scribbles are starting to shake up...

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    try a little kindness

    by  • May 20, 2009 • Uncategorized • 2 Comments

    Ginger called me from the Festival of Homiletics today after hearing Craig Barnes because she wanted to pass along something he said (and I’m writing it as I remember it, not as a direct quote): “Preachers are ‘minor poets,’ which is to say they speak a particular truth to a particular people.” The point...

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    lenten journal: a taste for the mundane

    by  • March 26, 2009 • Uncategorized • 3 Comments

    When we opened the restaurant at Duke last fall, we averaged about thirty customers a night; fifty was busy. Over the course of the semester, the number grew to where fifty was the average. This semester, we’ve seen our customer base expand to where sixty-five is a slow night. Tonight we served ninety and...

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    lenten journal: march fourteenth

    by  • March 15, 2009 • Uncategorized • 0 Comments

    The tale of my day is lessstory than scrapbook:a stop at the supermarket,the tire store, Chik-fil-a.Here’s the smile I broughthome from the youngwoman who surprisedme with the joy she foundserving my sandwich:“My pleasure,” she saidI still have a piece ofconversation, I foundworth keeping, with theyoung man at Sears whosold me two new tiresand called...

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    that reminds me of an old joke

    by  • October 26, 2008 • Uncategorized • 2 Comments

    Over the past several weeks I’ve had to learn how to send text messages because it is my boss’ preferred way of mobile communication. By accident one day, I pressed a button on my phone that read, “T9word,” and discovered my choice enabled my phone to anticipate the word I was typing, thus speeding...

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    love and lesser things

    by  • September 18, 2008 • Uncategorized • 3 Comments

    I was looking out Towanda’s Window the other day and saw this: Justice is what love looks like in public – Cornel West The phrase has stuck with me because I’ve kept thinking about what love looks like in public, and what form love takes as it gets lived out in our various relationships....

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    the kindness of not having to be alone

    by  • November 5, 2007 • Uncategorized • 4 Comments

    There’s an old joke about a preacher standing up one Sunday and saying, “Today we are going to confess our sins to one another and find forgiveness.” Members of the congregation began to stand, tentatively at first, and tell their secrets. The pastor would respond, “Thank you. You have confessed and you are forgiven.”...

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