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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

    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

    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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    star struck

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 6, 2025

    The magi show up every January and those of us who step into pulpits are expected to talk about them. Here’s where their journey took me this year. ____________________________ The magi are among my favorite characters that show up in the story of Jesus’ birth because we don’t really know who they were. Some translators…

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  • route map
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    route map

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 3, 2025January 3, 2025

    route map the four-gate airport in New Haven (travel-sized, my friend Mandy says) announced new routes to five cities and it made me wonder how many new connections I have made lately or what it means to be an airport even if it is only metaphorically a place of connection with lines arcing across the…

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  • epiphany
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    epiphany

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 2, 2025January 2, 2025

    epiphany I’m working on a sermon about the saddled sages who were sane enough to follow stars and wise enough to ignore the king’s directions and find another way home I used to see a desert sky as their background but recent years have given me the view of rioters climbing Herod’s walls as the…

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  • trash talking
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    trash talking

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham January 1, 2025

    trash talking after staying up late to watch the ball drop and listen to musicians I didn’t recognize we did not need fireworks lightning lit up the sky and the rain fell like it was washing the world so far this morning I have fed pups drank coffee done Wordle (NERVE) and written these words…

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