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Peter’s Busted-up Glory

I had just read it, in Acts 5:15 that “they even carried the sick out into the streets and laid them on cots and pallets, so that when Peter came by at least his shadow might fall on any one of them.”  And all I can think is, “Boy, am I glad his...

The Well

I have been reading and re-reading about this Samaritan woman, who was coming out of the city, midday, alone, wearing her shame like the A on Hester Prynne’s dress.  The same woman who would soon boldly proclaim her former shame as the very thing which validated...

Living in My Own Skin

I wrestled, for the better part of my life, with wishing I could re-invent myself.  Like God had made some kind of a mistake.  I could give you a long list of all the weaknesses that I had wished were different and the ways that I would have created myself, had it...

A Little Boy’s Lunch

How did I always skip over him?  The little boy in the story?  The one who got Andrew’s attention long enough to offer up his lunch.  I mean I’ve noticed him before, but this time he feels almost like the main character.  This was his moment to shine.  Was...

The Moments that Count

A friend of mine from high school died recently.  Well, I guess he was pretty much everyone’s friend.  In high school, if you wanted to be a friend of mine, you pretty much had to love everyone, because I was pretty much the bottom of the barrel as far as...

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