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When all is wrong
We breathe in a sharp breath, it catches, it’s so hard to exhale. It’s hard to breathe, to cry, to touch, to hug. Everything hurts and everything stops. The world has stopped moving, for a minute, a second, as we try to reconcile this madness in our minds. We cry out against evil, but it…
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A Prayer for when I Should Hold My Tongue
Oh Father, what is it? What is so attractive about being right? Why is the desire to wound, to prove my point, to fire off selfish remarks so appealing? What is it about “putting someone in their place” that captivates me? Show me, Lord. Show me how important it is to hold my tongue, to…
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Holy Monday
I have been known to tell a person or two that I love the church calendar. The anticipation of Advent, the reality of my sinfulness during Lent, rejoicing in the resurrection of Jesus on Resurrection Sunday, Eastertide, Pentecost, all of it. And here we are in Holy Week. Today as I think about the Monday…
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All Things
Lord, let me begin with open hands, and an open heart, a posture I have come to love. There is honesty in my hands, and humility in my heart, for I cannot move or turn away. Here I sit, and dream, and think. It is here that I listen, and hear, and learn. Let me…
Being Formed 