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Broken Bread
38 “How many loaves do you have?” he asked. “Go and see.” When they found out, they said, “Five—and two fish.” 39 Then Jesus directed them to have all the people sit down in groups on the green grass. 40 So they sat down in groups of hundreds and...
Persuasive Inoculation Theory (and Defending One’s Faith)
If you are a regular reader, you know that I am a debate coach, and my kids participate in Team Policy Debate. For the past 4-5 years, we have tried to attend one debate camp each summer. It gives us a jumpstart on the upcoming season, information about the new...
Freely Roam (poem)
Freely Roam You know I long to roam, at my will Like wildlife and buffalo In the wild backdrop of forested hills I see herds on the path, just downhill Past steaming springs, bubbling above ground It makes me long to roam, at my will I hike...
A Winter Night (by Sara Teasdale)
My window-pane is starred with frost, The world is bitter cold to-night, The moon is cruel, and the wind Is like a two-edged sword to smite. God pity all the homeless ones, The beggars pacing to and fro. God pity all the poor to-night Who walk the lamp-lit streets of...
Falling Embers (poem)
Is it better to fall slowly since the landing will hurt - or is faster better? Pain, either way How far is it to the moon? Who will catch remnants of a collision with dust still falling? Dust embers ignite, sear souls, leave smoldering sands in their wake To others,...
Finding God… or God Finding Me
Born in another country, in a lush, diverse land that boasts the Himalayas and verdant tea hills, I was very sick. My parents placed me in a Christian hospital as a newborn, the Frances Newton Mission Hospital in Ferozepur, India. (Many years ago, when I visited, we...
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Last Saturday, my two boys and I packed the car, left at 6am, drove 850 miles, and arrived at 6:30 pm at my parents' house, in time for dinner, and a few days before my siblings and families were scheduled to arrive for Thanksgiving. We had a long car ride (I was the...
Midnight Prayer (poem)
It is not simply for evening breeze, dark pond, lustrous inky sky, hum of crickets, cool grass, evensong of creatures, that she emerges. It is the lure of soul awakening, nudging, prodding, drawing her into depths visible only at night. She roams moon-soaked fields,...
Going Home (poem)
Going Home Sweetness drips, roosts on the edge of the blade, and my feet aren’t hurt. Finding a multitude at any given moment, I am undone, orbiting on an imaginary hammock, swinging and creating my own breeze. I gaze up to see the v-shaped geese, flying to the same...
Small Things
Small Things He smiles through wrinkles She’s in the nursing home now A tear slides down his cheek He brushes it away She doesn’t see He pushes the wheelchair Slowly up the ramp he had built So she could visit her home And he’s never in his home anymore Because he’s...
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