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Not My Story

For nearly 20 years now, I’ve had this really faulty idea that this story was all about this moment in time, about us, about our generation, and, honestly, about me.  There are about 7 and a half billion people on this earth, right now, and I have the audacity...

On Suffering and Empathy

I wonder if my friend, David Butcher, knows that every time we hang out, he leaves me with something to think about.  I don’t think he means to.  He’s just telling a life story or making some random comment about life.  But he always leaves me feeling...

When we are called to Love.

Yesterday, someone asked me if I hated Muslims.  I was shocked by the question.  Of course I love Muslims!  How could I not love others when the highest, simplest calling of a Christian is to love everyone? The tragedy of it all is the reason they asked was because...

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...

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