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moreThe Only Way To Traverse a Life
On Tuesday, July 07 th, 2009When my name’s called from the hallway by the nurse in green scrubs, I forget to mark my page, just scuttle my books into bag and step high over the legs still waiting, because I know she’ll be waiting, all eyes. My sandals clack down the hallway, Mama clucking for a lost chick. She’s ten without tonsils, and I’m aging old in hospital waiting rooms. The door int...
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moreWhy We Hold Memories…
On Tuesday, June 16 th, 2009I‘m practicing the act of remembering. This act He asks of His people. Because thanksgiving is turning the heart to look back to see all the long way His arms have carried. He asks us to remember because the memories kindle thanksgiving. “I will remember the deeds of the Lord;yes, I will remember…” Ps. 77:11 memories from a year ago this week…. ...
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moreThe Essence of Community
On Thursday, May 07 th, 2009My sister married a city boy and brought him home to community. A small rural town with a Purina Feed Mill on the edge of town, a clock tower down by the river, just past the lights, a third generation shoe store on main street , and just down from Knapp’s, where all the farmers buy their steeled-toe Red Wing workboots, a chocolate store, Chocolates–on-Main, with its tin ti...
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moreHow to Make the Leap of Faith
On Thursday, April 30 th, 2009… a little prayer jar… Every great movement of God can be traced to a kneeling figure.” ~ Dwight L. Moody Lord… there’s only one way to make the wild faith leap. The spring is in the knees. Keep me on them. Pray… then plunge. Related:Fear’s the First Step out to FaithBe Not Afraid...
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moreConversation: Fear’s the First Step of Faith
On Wednesday, April 29 th, 2009We’re eating at the table, words mainly, the salty kind, and I never hear the cracking open of the world. Shalom’s still picking at her salad but the rest of us chew on Hebrews, the eleventh chapter. We each have a Bible, same version, open before us, Scripture handed out from the basket kept at the end of the window seat, from the real bread basket, always full for the tak...
