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    faith like a row boat

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham August 29, 2013August 30, 2013

    One of the traditions in church I don’t take easily is that of changing the lyrics of hymns — for whatever reasons. Down the years, however, those who have served on the committees who have collected and compiled the hymns have felt free to alter the texts (as they call them) and move on by…

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    down with the ship

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham August 28, 2013

    Many years ago, my friend Billy Crockett and I read an article about a ship captain who, with his crew, abandoned ship when it began to sink, leaving the passengers on board. The story led us to the song title, “Down With the Ship,” which ended up being a song about Martin Luther King. When…

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    today

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham August 24, 2013

    today we walked to the farmers’ market sunshine flowing like a cape some are gathering in washington to hope and dream out loud linda ronstadt said she has parkinson’s and will never sing again I watched a little boy of joy dance in the middle of the coffee shop marks three weeks since my dad…

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    learning to live with and without

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham August 19, 2013

    One afternoon, when I was in fifth grade, my father bent down to pick up an ice cream freezer in the carport of our home in Lusaka, Zambia. The freezer was well-used and I have fond memories of sitting on a towel folded across the top of the gears as Dad cranked the handle to…

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    missing

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham August 14, 2013

    the first poem I learned was for my father and was the first poem he ever learned: missing has anybody seen my mouse? I opened his box for just a minute just to make sure he was really in it and while I was looking he jumped outside I tried to catch him, I tried,…

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    miltons

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham August 13, 2013

    I spent the morning working on this slideshow. The music is from the “True Grit” soundtrack. Peace, Milton

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    “the skin you’re in” — my eulogy for my father

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham August 11, 2013August 11, 2013

    My father, Milton Cunningham, died August 3, 2013. He was a little over a month away from his eighty-fifth birthday. What follows here are what I said at his memorial service last Wednesday, including a poem I wrote for him entitled “The Skin You’re In.” I’m sure many of the words I write over the…

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    just another moral monday . . .

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham July 2, 2013

    I spent another Monday in Raleigh this week — my third one. The North Carolina Chapter of the NAACP has sponsored the events, which have become known as Moral Mondays, as a response to the damaging laws being passed down by our state legislature during this session which include cutting unemployment benefits to 170,000 of…

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    forgive us our debts

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham June 17, 2013

    I preached at our church yesterday. I went a little “off book” during the sermon, so the manuscript is the best recreation I could do. _________________________________ Luke 7:36-50 “Forgive Us Our Debts” A Sermon for Pilgrim United Church of Christ, Durham NC June 16, 2013 The listserv in our old neighborhood was active Friday afternoon….

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    acquainted with grief: a review of “american kid”

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham June 10, 2013

    These past few days have been filled with grief in the lives of some of those closest to Ginger and me. Though their stories are not mine to tell, I have been touched as well and reminded again of how much death and grief are a part of life for all of us. In the…

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