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The Sweaty Guy Always Finds Me
From the yoga mat to the grocery line, small torments test our patience daily. This reflection weaves humor and Psalm 51 into a reminder that even petty frustrations can open us to a clean heart.
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Four Minutes, Fifteen Years
From a Sunday night concert without dance partners to Monday’s high school registration to Tuesday’s OR vigil, three quiet days reveal the thresholds of parenthood and the way of everything.
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My Body, the Heretic
A reverent, raw reflection on embodiment and the long, defiant journey of a body that refuses to quit.
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The Cheesecake Bag & The Weight of Maybe
Twenty-five years of cords, chargers, and backup plans—all gone in one trip to Goodwill. Clearing the drawer becomes a quiet reflection on readiness, release, and the kind of faith that makes room for what is still to come.
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Off the News. On the Ground.
I stepped away from the news nearly thirty years ago, out of survival. This is the story of what I found instead: presence, quiet grace, and the slow tending of what matters most.
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Cow Tail Theology: Mending What Matters Before the Lights Go Out
After a long day of high-stakes leadership decisions, the most important thing was sewing the tail back on my son’s cow costume. This reflection holds space for quiet repairs, divine mending, and the truth that some moments stitch us back together.
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When You Realize You’re the One Who Remembers
We find oourselves seated at the head of the table and do not recall being invited. This is not nostalgia. It is vocation.
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Losing at Life to Win
In a world obsessed with winning, the board game “Life” reveals a deeper truth: the most faithful lives are shaped not by success, but by surrender, resilience, and love.
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Resurrection… Now what?
A post-Easter reflection on resurrection, renewal, and spring holidays like Passover, Easter, and Nowruz through a modern, spiritual lens.
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For Valentine’s Day: A Love Letter to My Friend
A love letter to a friend aching for companionship. On a day made for couples, this letter remembers other forms of love, tender, real, and just as holy.