The path is daunting. I’m in a turmoil of emotion as I craft this post. As usual, I’m attempting to juggle too many plates (again). Keeping everything up in the air is particularly challenging this time. Every plate is fraught …
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On Easter weekend the thirteen young adults receiving baptism stood before hundreds and testified, nervously unfolding their individual stories to the masses. One after another—some shyly, others boldly, each stepped up to the microphone. Their accounts brought tears. All were …
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Piercing your brow, a crown of thorns was embedded in your flesh, a cruel and mocking implement of torture. Sweat and blood dripped from your brow—no hand was free to wipe the salty rivulets from your eyes. Stinging. Burning. Sins of …
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In the weeks before Jesus’ crucifixion, his disciples squabbled over who would be the greatest in his kingdom—the kingdom they expected him to set up at that time, where he would rule as an earthly potentate. John and James’ mother …
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The melody of rain dripping off the eaves, pounding onto the roof, and running through the gutters is a welcome sound in March. I pause to gaze on its pouring—my favorite scents and sounds wash over me, pleasing the senses. …
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In rapper fashion, my little granddaughter wears her oversized red ball cap backward, her tiny blue jeans sagging low on her hips as she toddles onto the front porch. I squat down to tell her good-bye—I’ll see her later. Unexpectedly, …
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In concert with God the Spirit, our Savior spoke the universe into existence after the Godhead had formulated Plan A, the only plan. Though Romans, Jews, Passover, and crosses did not exist in the predawn of time, they would. Christ would lay his …
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An hour before dawn, I wake in the dark. Terror and crankiness, my usual first emotions, rip at my soul. Already, before my eyes are even open, darkness is upon me. From my limited perspective, trapped in this jar of …
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On top of the continental divide in the high desert, it requires extraordinary effort to grow a garden. In the arid climate, water must be delivered in subterranean ways. Every plant is mulched heavily—sometimes over black plastic around each plant. …
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I am a prairie girl. Currently, I live on a rainy, well-watered, thickly-treed peninsula of the north. Lack of water is not a problem here. On the prairie, it’s a different story. The Great American Desert, pioneers called it as …
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