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Dancing... or drinking through life
I am not even sure that I know how to do a link anymore. I'm giving it a shot though so, three readers, please forgive me if I mess this up.
So Rod Dreher's sister is battling cancer. It is nasty. Their faith is extraordinary. Here's his latest post (I think)
There are 8 comments on it.
As I scrolle
posted 3:05:22pm Mar. 02, 2010 |
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Back...
I'm back here at JWalking after a bit of time because I just want someplace to record thoughts from time to time. I doubt that many of the thoughts will be political - there are plenty upon plenty of people offering their opinions on everything political and I doubt that I have much to add that will
posted 10:44:56pm Mar. 01, 2010 |
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Learning to tell a story
For the last ten months or so I've been engaged in a completely different world - the world of screenwriting. It began as a writing project - probably the 21st Century version of a yen to write the great American novel - a shot at a screenplay. I knew that I knew nothing about the art but was inspir
posted 8:01:41pm Feb. 28, 2010 |
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And just one more
I have, I think, just one more round of chemo left.
When I go through my pill popping regimen tomorrow morning it will be the last time for this particular round of drugs. Twenty-three rounds, it seems, is enough.
What comes next? We'll go back to what we did after the surgery. We'll watch and measu
posted 11:38:45pm Nov. 18, 2008 |
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A Newfie for Obama
NPR asked me to do a short memo to the president-elect. I chose to do it on the dog he should choose... and why. Check it out.
posted 12:25:10am Nov. 15, 2008 |
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posted August 18, 2007 at 4:11 pm
Mine just came when I realized some deep shiznet while praying the basement that made the world make sense.
posted August 19, 2007 at 12:56 pm
Several times I have had the experience of seeing people with “eyes that were not my own”. I could see how beloved they were and each face was precious and beautiful. These times have lasted seconds or minutes, but have made me sure of God’s love. Hopefully, these experiences have made me less judgemental at least some of the time. Once it happened as several “Goth” teens were walking toward me in the mall. I instinctively grabbed my kids’ hands and then looked up and saw the absolute beloved state of those young dramatic teens faced covered with makeup. I knew that God’s eyes were more loving than mine.