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How to Really Celebrate Valentine’s Day
I used to hate Valentine’s Day. It’s a Hallmark holiday I’d say. It’s an excuse to buy somebody more stuff I’d say. It’s about making the women in our lives happy I’d say. I was much more cynical then. At its root, the problem I had with the way we celebrate Valentine’s Day is that it…
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Why Can’t I Get My Kid To the Bus On Time?
I get up early. I shower. I wake her up. We eat breakfast. We do this every single day. So why do we fail at this one task: actually getting to the bus stop on time? It shouldn’t be that hard, really. And yet it really is the hardest part of the day. Every morning.…
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No More Racists
We struggle with truly understanding racism. Many of us think that racism is what begins inside our hearts. That racism is the necessary outward expression of an internal feeling of bias or racial animus. That one hates another so much that they intentionally push them down and oppress them. We often think that racism is only…
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The Servant God
A mother-in-law’s gratitude at odds with the public spectacle. Jesus leaves town, perhaps because of his notoriety, but perhaps also because the people are more interested in him, in the wonders that he has done, in the power that he possesses. And not in what GOD is calling him to actually do. Not in what…
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At the end of a very long week
I have decided to end the week like I begin it. Or how I hoped to begin the week. At Starbucks, drinking coffee, writing. One activity I know brings fulfillment and hope for me. Of course, this week was different. It didn’t begin with writing and planning and organizing. It began with a phone call.…
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The Beast Doesn’t Need to Speak
It is easy for the guy on the top of the pyramid to demand that the ones at the bottom do their jobs. To him, it is irrelevant that his job is actually to carry a football and get the snot beat out of him. That the “other duties as assigned” include ridiculous press conferences full of…
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Of darkness, confusion, and hope
Driving home, we play “I Spy” and I name something black. The sky! she says. Nope! Something else. I say, but I’m thinking “skies are blue” and I’m thinking “it is dusk, so it is more deep purple” and still the thought confuses me. Black Skies Of course, at night the sky is black. And our…

