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  • imago d.e.i.
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    imago d.e.i.

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham February 3, 2025

    imago d.e.i. can we talk numbers? 91 different kinds of antelope 11,000 different birds 50,000 spiders 34,000 snakes 30,000 fish and too many worms to try and count not to mention us we humans are one of 522 different primates but perhaps the only ones who see themselves as the image of God which begs…

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  • catch me
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    catch me

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham February 2, 2025

    I’m working my way through Luke so I am a little off from the lectionary, but this turned out to be the right story for this past week and, perhaps, for the days to come. _________________________ In my days as a high school English teacher, one of the books I loved to read with my…

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  • last days
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    last days

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 30, 2025

    last days no matter who has been alive or what has happened in history people have been convinced they were the last act of humanity because things were so bad who could imagine a future? no matter when they were alive they represented a fraction of all who lived before them our 8 billion doesn’t…

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  • have mercy
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    have mercy

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 27, 2025

    Guy Clark has a song that says, “Some days you write the song. Some days the song writes you.” Some days that’s true with sermons as well. _________________________ A crowd gathers for worship in a traditional setting. A preacher preaches a sermon, initially embraced by everyone. But then, at the end, the preacher reminds the…

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  • stocked up
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    stocked up

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 25, 2025

    stocked up when I looked up the roots of the word stock it said “supply for future use; collective wealth” and reminded me that it was four hundred years before it became a kitchen word still I think about the pot simmering all day filled with a collective wealth of bones and root vegetables as…

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  • ice
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    ice

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 24, 2025

    ice it has been days since the temperature has topped the freezing mark the snow that fell a few days ago has crusted into a crunchy stability if you have to go out but ice is not your friend whether the white ridges or the translucent layer disguised as ashphalt it will take you down…

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  • triptych
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    triptych

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 20, 2025

    I know the Revised Common Lectionary doesn’t point to the story of Jesus’ forty days in the wilderness until the first Sunday in Lent, but it seems to have more layers when it is taken in context between Jesus’ baptism and his sermon in Nazareth where they deemed him unrecognizable. I’ll find something else for…

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  • dropping our guard
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    dropping our guard

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 13, 2025

    I found some new things (well, new to me) as I read the story of Jesus’ baptism this year. Here’s what I said in my sermon. ___________________________ When it comes to Bible stories, particularly the ones we have heard during Advent and Christmas, and now going into the season after Epiphany, we often carry a…

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  • word choice
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    word choice

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 11, 2025

    word choice another word for change is loss another word for loss is absence another word for absence is space another word for space is distance another word for distance is apart another word for apart is away another word for away is beyond another word for beyond is without another word for without is…

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  • tidings
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    tidings

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 8, 2025

    tidings Christmastide has ebbed and the waves of wonder that crashed against the sea walls of our hearts are slipping away trees go down lights go dim and it dawns on me tides don’t stop they come in one after another waves break just like hearts one after another we come and go oh tidings…

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