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Long Time No See

So, it has been almost a year since I last wrote here.

Apologies for the radio silence, but one of the benefits of my absence is that I can catch you up on the broadest strokes of the last almost-year quicker than if it were parceled out line by line over time and muddied up in the details. 1,153 more words

Love The Square Peg

Prayer & Prayers

Last week I mentioned a sharp distinction between hope and hopes. This week, an important line might also be drawn between prayer and prayers.

To quote David Steindl-Rast: 381 more words

The Power of Presence

by Nick Steffen

In late June, Amber and I visited a family that has been living and working in southeast Asia for the past decade. 377 more words

The Gospel According to Tandy: Lesson Eight

The Gospel According to Tandy: 10 Lessons I’ve Learned from my Dog
Lesson Eight: Be Present, Prioritize, Pay Attention

When I first adopted Tandy, she would sleep in bed with me every night, curling at my feet or sprawling her long body along the edge of the mattress. 1,103 more words

Love

Let that shit go

If I were to bet I would guess that 90% of the “shit” that troubles us is already behind us. In some cases, so far in our past that we are not even sure if we still have the story straight. 422 more words

Writing

William Tell reblogged this on The Homeless Blogger and commented:

The whole hullaballoo about #microaggressions assumes that one can never heal from even the slightest insult. The same applies, frankly, to a ton of what folk obssess on concerning #injustice and #racism. And certainly I've done enough such obssessing myself; in the end it plays a large role in how I became homeless. And have remained homeless. How I've failed to get back on my feet. In this vein, I often recall Matthew 19:24, about the camel that can't get through The Needle's Eye (a particular very narrow gate in Jerusalem). Many people may be "poor" in material things, but exceptionally "rich" in resentments. One must unpack the camel, discard all that junk, if one is ever to enter the Kingdom.

Aftermath

It was pretty weird today when I drove past the grounds of the Steele County Free Fair.  Partially disassembled rides were lined up on the site of the midway, there were still random booths that were up, waiting to be disassembled, and a whole set of semi-trucks were parked along 18th, waiting to depart for their next destination. 533 more words

Fair

Hanging On Every Word Word That You Say

A couple of days ago I put some praise and worship on from youtube, and the clips kept changing and I just let them play. 440 more words

Not Without My Morning Coffee