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wrecked.org I've been missing something…something visceral; something that I have always – under every circumstance – been able to count on and draw upon. I've looked in closets, books, song, people, silence, and in the battered book of faith…
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wrecked.org I've been missing something…something visceral; something that I have always – under every circumstance – been able to count on and draw upon. I've looked in closets, books, song, people, silence, and in the battered book of faith…
Was it a morning like this? I love this question. It joins me to that day of when the women ran to the tomb and found it empty and the death clothes folded neatly to the side. This morning, with…
Years ago, I spouted off the too little I knew about the Bible and crushed somebody's spirit. I was showing off. And since that day, I can read my Bible for hours and not retain any intellectual memory of what…
Well…it's here. Thanksgiving is tomorrow and we'll gather around a big long table in Marlin, Texas; eat turkey, and tell stories. There will be Big Red and Blue Bell – local delicacies – and lots of it. Friday: Madi, Kenan,…
Yesterday, I cried a bucket or two. No sobs, just the bittersweet dribbles of a traveler heading towards home from a journey of a lifetime. Case in point: My friend Alexandra Squyres, also of Manhattan, Kansas, and K-State (though a…
Once there was a boy who grew in the sun of Marlin, Texas. He, the youngest of four boys, had no end to mischief and merriment. His mom was so smart and fun, that she taught her boys to walk…
As I slogged through the rain yesterday (not quite running nor jogging), Madi and Kenan were on my mind. They have swan-dived into their own adventuresome lives and they shine. Sometimes, I worry. Are they safe? Are they doing their…
Return. What does "return" mean to you? A change in direction? Celebration? Tears? This morning, I was reading in an old – too often overlooked book – Zechariah. I love Zechariah – or what little I know of it. Before my first…
Some days the story of the whipporwhill and the super moon just don't make the cut. This is one of those days. I read an article this morning about Charles, a young man with an extraordinary story…and his family. Charles…