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Redeeming Death Match Wrestling
What better way can you think of to cleanse the pallet from the reminder of seemingly perpetual singleness than by going to a post Valentine’s Day Death Match Wrestling event? I can think of probably a thousand in retrospect, but that is what I chose. Impulsiveness and indiscretion can rue the day in seasons of…
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09 Steady
“Steady, steady” I tell her, whilst knowing nothing about archery. she is able to hold the tension with poise. her hand resting against her cheek, where i wished mine to be, she listens to my steady advice. I too am composed, I think the string pulled back like the way she wore her hair; i…
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06 Brother
when Absalom died, did his brothers rejoice while their father wept? brother, the cement you set around your heart has not kept you warm brother, your steps when static are scary; when unstable, exhausting all this restlessness and discontent is making you invisible let there be nothing left for you to conquer brother, concubines don’t…
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04 Siloh
Siloh her tender tone kept me tethered to the ground, counting off my anger as she points to the sheep in “her” field. “how did you get this field, Sie?” The playful smirk. “Daddy, you gave it to me, remember?” I will remember; hopefully, the things I actually give will be worth remembering: gentle consistent…
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Love Theories II: Coming and Going
It is leaving Heaven It is finding luxury in sharing the suffering of the dirty and fallen in order to make them clean and whole again it is eyes fixed while awaiting the gaze of the beloved it is resolute patience, incomparable kindness, it is the greatest guard it is the hopeful guardian it is…
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Love Theories: Not Soup nor Slumber
It can’t be stirred in a pot until it tastes better Can’t be set a top a stove to heat up Can’t be baked at 450 and set before us to satisfy our hunger It can’t be shaken out of slumber or kissed alive like a fairy tale It’s timing is a mystery when it…
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Mr. Rogers Cat Stevens and Bosco the Bear
“Well I left my happy home to see what I could find out I left my folk and friends with the aim to clear my mind out Well, I hit the rowdy road and many kinds I met there Many stories told me of the way to get there” Saw that Tom Hanks Mr. Rogers…
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Holy Family Fullness
I’m running on 3 hours of sleep, I’m writing at the end of my work week, I’m recognizing I am weak. I’m remembering the Body is strong. I’m resting in the hope that my eternity is secure. I’m relying on a great cloud of witnesses cheering us on and the intercession of Jesus to keep…
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Don’t Bury Your Underwear
What in the world now? Have you resorted to click bait? Meh no. There is a story in Jeremiah 13 where God tells Jeremiah the prophet to buy some underwear (a linen loincloth/girdle) and to not wash it (dip it in water). This is an odd way to start a chapter. God then commands Jeremiah,…
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Last Call: On Grief and Time
When someone my age dies, grief comes from all angles: from parents, from siblings, from friends, from children. The older ones carried the deceased as far as they could in the ways they knew how. The ones younger expected to be carried, guided, molded. But when someone…
The Reconstructed 