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    ice

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham December 10, 2025June 4, 2026

    ice the rain came late this afternoon actually more of a drizzle or mist just enough to coat the streets before the temperature drops below freezing which means we will wake to a coating of ice that will impair our travel and leave some of us stranded or feeling fearful I wonder if it was…

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  • advent journal: aging

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham December 9, 2025

    Tonight’s post is a video, since I have spent a good part of the afternoon and evening working on a music video which will be released on the streaming services on my birthday, Friday, December 12. I am posting here for you, and you can also find in on YouTube, if you would like to…

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  • brain freeze
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    brain freeze

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham December 8, 2025June 4, 2026

    brain freeze I have spent all day trying to get warm it has felt as though the freeze was coming from inside my bones and working its way through my skin to join the frigid air that has surrounded me like a custom suit no snow or ice just freezing cold there is probably something…

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  • advent journal: exact change

    advent journal: exact change

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham December 7, 2025

    This week’s sermon is built around Matthew’s description of John the Baptist, but I wandered a bit through the Christmas story to get to him and ended up thinking about what it takes to exact significant change in our lives. _______________________________ When we read Matthew’s description of John the Baptist and the things he said…

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  • preparing
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    preparing

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham December 6, 2025June 4, 2026

    preparing today has been a day of preparation baking cookies for a coffee house concert tomorrow night a breakfast casserole for the church brunch after our budget meeting also tomorrow a third and fourth revision of my sermon and practicing my new advent carol as much as my hands would let me after all the…

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  • first friday
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    first friday

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham December 5, 2025June 4, 2026

    first friday it’s the first Friday in December and in our little snow globe town which means we light the evergreen tree on the Town Green crowds gather and the traffic jams for no other reason than we have decided it matters to all be together to flip the switch the evening is electric because…

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  • light blankets
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    light blankets

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham December 3, 2025June 4, 2026

    light blankets I was the last one out of the building tonight after our service of silence and singing the songs were handed down chants the silence was marked by a blanket of candles on the communion table I blew them out turned off the lights and stepped out to find the parking lot basking…

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  • road rules
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    road rules

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham December 2, 2025June 4, 2026

    road rules People owe us what we imagine they will give us. We must forgive them this debt. — Simone Weil when the lanes drop forcing us to merge a simple errand trip becomes a standoff rather than the chance to accept an invitation to join the choreography of cooperation my stubbornness will not save…

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  • eyewitness
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    eyewitness

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham December 1, 2025June 4, 2026

    advent journal: eyewitness in my quest to counter the gathering gloom as the nights grow longer and the daylight disappears I have made a point of being up everyday before sunrise to see the dawn break right before my eyes to try and counter the inevitable arrival of my autumnal depression it’s less about daylight…

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  • advent journal: how we tell the story

    advent journal: how we tell the story

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham November 30, 2025

    As I begin another year of writing each day during Advent, beginning with the sermon I preached this morning seems right. It is where the season is starting for me: in the shared space of life in my congregation. I am not following the lectionary this week and took Isaiah 35:1-10 as the jumping off…

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