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Letters from Home: October 2013
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A Letter for You. Tuesday, October 29, 2013. Neighbors and the "n- - " word. You were not the first person to ever say such things in front of me. My home state of Indiana has a nasty legacy of racism that often works its way into conversation ( this. What authority do I have to say anything? God, forgive me. Afraid to tackle your word and assumptions directly, I think I mumbled some story about some neighborhood teens who had done an excellent job cutting my grass, to which you responded that they were ...
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Letters from Home: May 2013
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A Letter for You. Friday, May 31, 2013. Italy: Sunsets in Venice. As I was growing up, my family only travelled for two reasons: to see family or to meet Jesus. We made yearly trips to relatives in Indiana and Mississippi, as well as numerous pilgrimages to religious conferences and mission trips, usually as part of my parents' ministerial work with college students. I loved (and still do love) such journeys, not least because they have a clear purpose, and I like Purposes. Maps are curious documents: in...
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Letters from Home: August 2013
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A Letter for You. Wednesday, August 21, 2013. In Praise of Extroverts. Let him who cannot be alone beware of community. [.] Let him who is not in community beware of being alone.". Dietrich Bonhoeffer includes this warning in his challenging little book Life Together. His admonition has come to mind several times this week, as my Facebook newsfeed and Pinterest boards seem to be full of article praising introverts. Posts such as this. Abound. As an off-the-chart introvert ( INFJ. Extroverts, on the other...
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Letters from Home: After two years
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A Letter for You. Friday, May 2, 2014. After two years, you have not forgotten their names. You remember where they sit in church, the classes the teach, the house where they live. You remember bluebonnets and firewheels, Texas roads, and where to find peppers at the grocery store. May 3, 2014 at 11:51 AM. Ah, but remembering is a pleasure, and it usually depends on forgetting. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am finally learning to ask the right questions. View my complete profile. 30 days to 30.
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Letters from Home: neighbors and the "n----" word
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A Letter for You. Tuesday, October 29, 2013. Neighbors and the "n- - " word. You were not the first person to ever say such things in front of me. My home state of Indiana has a nasty legacy of racism that often works its way into conversation ( this. What authority do I have to say anything? God, forgive me. Afraid to tackle your word and assumptions directly, I think I mumbled some story about some neighborhood teens who had done an excellent job cutting my grass, to which you responded that they were ...
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Letters from Home: A Letter for You
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A Letter for You. A Letter for You. P Loading. /p. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am finally learning to ask the right questions. View my complete profile. Love and War and The Sea In Between by Josh Garrels. A letter to my future husband (for real this time). A letter to my future husband (for real this time). True Love Doesn't Wait. Why Virginity Matters (or, Hey! A letter to my future husband. Where Nothing is Wasted, or Why My Mother is Awesome. Living more with less. 30 days to 30. Who We Are Today.
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Letters from Home: December 2013
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A Letter for You. Monday, December 23, 2013. A night was near, a day was near; Between a day and night I heard sweet voices calling clear, Calling me: I heard a whirr of wing on wing, But could not see the sight; I long to see my birds that sing,— I long to see. Below the stars, beyond the moon, Between the night and day, I heard a rising falling tune Calling me: I long to see the pipes and strings Whereon such minstrels play; I long to see each face that sings,— I long to see. Below the stars, beyond th...
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Letters from Home: A Hope Carol
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A Letter for You. Monday, December 23, 2013. A night was near, a day was near; Between a day and night I heard sweet voices calling clear, Calling me: I heard a whirr of wing on wing, But could not see the sight; I long to see my birds that sing,— I long to see. Below the stars, beyond the moon, Between the night and day, I heard a rising falling tune Calling me: I long to see the pipes and strings Whereon such minstrels play; I long to see each face that sings,— I long to see. Below the stars, beyond th...
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Letters from Home: A letter to my future husband
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A Letter for You. Friday, August 10, 2012. A letter to my future husband. I hope you'll pardon the formal salutation. I don't mean to be stuffy, but as far as I know, we haven't been properly introduced yet, and I am a stickler for decorum. For that matter, I'm not convinced you actually exist, and it would be forward to call an imaginary fiancé "darling." Therefore, for the time being, "sir" you must remain. Despite my laughter, these conversations have made me curious. Who might you be? If you do find ...
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Letters from Home: August 2014
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A Letter for You. Sunday, August 17, 2014. A letter to my future husband (for real this time). Two years ago, I published my first-ever "Letter to My Future Husband" (read it here. Even though I wasn't sure he existed. Today I offer the second letter. Of our intwining days. Even so, in. The moment itself, I was stunned. I think you were, too. When I bought my house, I set aside one room as a place for God to work. I called it "Spare Oom" after. The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. True Love Doesn't Wait.