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Jesus Wept

When I asked Silas about his craft, he shrugged. “They wanted us to write a Bible verse on the outside,” he says. There are two words written on his jar. “Is that why yours says, ‘Jesus wept?’” I ask. Which is what Jesus might do looking at this jar with green and gold glitter clinging […]

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Seventy Times Seven

It’s this forgiveness thing. It’s hard. Hard especially when the same feelings resurface for the thing I just forgave. I think, “how can I still be angry–how can I feel like screaming over this? I just forgave it.” It’s as if I don’t know how to forgive. Don’t know how to let go, even when […]

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God in a Barn

It was in the heaving of the orange totes from the vacuum cleaner closet, the ones marked for Halloween but stuffed instead with pilgrims and cornucopias, that this guy gave up on the costume hunt and pleaded to be able to pull out the tote that had the Nativity in it. Only he couldn’t spit […]

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Be a Peter

It’s Peter’s story. Mostly. The one about the disciples in the boat–all twelve of ’em–and at the fourth watch (of the same day/night they witnessed Jesus feed five thousand men with two fish and five bagels), they see a ghost-like figure walking towards them on the water and as they choke in fear, Peter calls, “if that’s […]

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When You’re Rich

The thing about being rich is that sometimes we don’t even know we are. We get in the forest and the darn trees we came to see get in our way. Which may be why we get confused about wealth. We think it’s about the coins in our pocket. Or rather, the ones that aren’t there. And […]

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The Third Passenger

“Jesus is all buckled,” my son said. I looked in the rear view mirror and tried to understand the commotion of arms and seat belts. “Yep,” my daughter confirmed, “all buckled.” I glanced again.  But didn’t see anything. “What are you talking about?” I insisted. “Jesus!” both kids yelled. I took my third peek. Still […]

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Plunge Taken

On Sunday we were a group of leaky faucets.  Moms, grandmas, dads, grandpas, pastors, friends, family from afar…all wiping our eyes with our fingertips or the back of our hand. All celebrating with tears and snot–a son, a friend, a dad… A daughter. And I can tell you-though I don’t know what it is–that there is […]

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Taking the Plunge

I can remember a lot of things about my own baptism. I was 14. I was nervous. My hair was on its eleventh perm. I was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with my sleeves folded up twice on each side. I was sweating.  Through the sleeves I’d just folded. I was tan. I was standing […]

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The Armor of God

My daughter reached for the third shelf on tiptoe, tossed her paper in the general direction of the others and then landed off balance on one foot. Which was fine, except for her brother occupying the same square foot and getting a wild arm across the shoulder blades. My daughter was quick to apologize.  “Sorry, […]

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Hangin’ with Jesus

The conversation lasted a bite and a half of ice cream…such that when it was over, I wondered if it hadn’t been the ice cream doing the talking. I’d been sitting with my legs crossed at the table when my son leaned his whole body up against mine and said sincerely, “I wish I was in heaven.” I’m sure […]

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