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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 October 1, 2007 at 8:16 am
I’m pretty sure a troll lives under the left field wall. Cracker Jacks are an American boy’s first communion.
posted October 1, 2007 at 4:17 pm
I absolutely believe God inhabits nooks and crannies, and reveals himself in beautifully creative, simple ways. This might be my favorite Thin Place yet – even more than my own! It reminds me of a day when I was feeling the same way as the writer – I took my kids to the park and, strangely, a bagpiper was practicing in the field. It was so unexpected and almost silly – I felt like God was saying, “would you just please lighten up? Look! A Bagpiper! In a field in South Florida!” He was, of course, practicing Amazing Grace – which probably helped.
posted October 3, 2007 at 11:38 am
I have been moved by other’s comments, photos, images of thin places. It has impressed upon me how God works with each of us in His own Way to respond to our individual needs in a manner that may only be sensed by the one He is speaking to. My first experience was spring 1997. I was still grieving over the recent death of my dad and the surprise murder of my sister. My mother was struggling with kidney disease and heart failure. I was feeling worthless at church and was being attacked from all sides at work. I was driving into work talking to God as I usually did on my commute. I needed to know that God was present. My mind knew He was, but I needed to “feel” His presence. What happended next, was not what I expected. The sun was just coming up and the rays which fillled the sky were perfectly symmetrical and vivid. I know many people saw that same sunrise, but not the way I did. Through that majestic sunrise display, God spoke to me so audibly that I was overcome with His power. I pulled over the side of the road and praised Him. Since then I have become more aware of the seemily common and insignificant ways in which He brings a glimpse of Himself and all He is to me. I marvel at the timing and uniqueness of each these encounters.