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I got inked… | this | liminality
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Life in the between…. I got inked…. Asymp; 7 Comments. After long consideration and attempts to imagine myself as the 80-year-old woman with ink on her arm, I just went for it. Remember all my gushing about the Fiddler’s Gun/Fiddler’s Green books? And the story unfolds…revealing how we can turn it beautiful or allow it to run a destructive course. Shameless plug: Buy the books at the Rabbit Room. Best choice) or on Amazon. If you must). *. It’s a story I want to carry with me for forever. Next post →.
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“What turned you against the church?” | this | liminality
https://kingdomstrider.wordpress.com/2012/05/01/what-turned-you-against-the-church
Life in the between…. 8220;What turned you against the church? Asymp; 1 Comment. Living in such a predominantly Christian area, just about everybody goes to church at this place or that, so it tends to come up in a lot of conversations. Dinner last night, with a couple from work, was no exception. It did go beyond those initial questions of. Where do you go to church? What is it like there? What turned you against the church? The Church or even just church. I don’t think I’m even turned. These are all me...
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For Death | this | liminality
https://kingdomstrider.wordpress.com/2012/04/23/for-death
Life in the between…. Asymp; 2 Comments. After a long day at work. Three “claims” calls – individuals calling in to let the company know that their loved one has passed away. One was a woman in her late thirties. Her husband died four days ago. What kind of hell is it to wake up these past three mornings in a world where one you love is no longer there and you are a single mother of two children? From the moment you were born,. Your death has walked beside you. Though it seldom shows its face,. Next post...
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Chadwick and Amy | the next trailhead
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Author Archives: Chadwick and Amy. Priming the Resolution Pump: pause. Posted by Chadwick and Amy. This year is coming to an end, which means that I made it through December… again. This is the first year that I have felt some sort of perspective has been built up to look at December’s of the past and contemplate on what it is about them that gets me down. Not only do I know that this is an issue for me… it is something that ...
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Christmas | the next trailhead
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Larr; working class pastor and the indie music scene. The story after the Christmas story… →. Posted by Chadwick and Amy. Sing a song of Christmas, of emperors and angels;. Sing a song of Christmas, of darkness now past;. Sing a song of Christmas, of shepherds and of mangers;. Sing a song of Jesus, of peace come at last. Who is profiting by the huge government over us… and who is going to be crushed in the process? Perhaps we have ...
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Dad’s Poetry: Rebellion | this | liminality
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Life in the between…. Dad’s Poetry: Rebellion. Asymp; 2 Comments. A sullen, wounded giant weeps alone. No one comes for counsel, no one to atone. He sought them, wrought them, taught them, at his knees. They learned to pray. He’d hold them and scold them,. Mold them in the way. He washed their ears and cuffed them, begged them to. Obey, he comforted, rebuffed them, and. Sent them out to play,. Where they wandered and they wavered and they. Wouldn’t heed His calls, and they fled toward a. Them hard to bay.
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Dad’s Poetry: To A Godly Wife | this | liminality
https://kingdomstrider.wordpress.com/2012/05/19/dads-poetry-to-a-godly-wife
Life in the between…. Dad’s Poetry: To A Godly Wife. Asymp; 2 Comments. In belated recognition of Mothers’ Day…). Rising early on the wings of faithful prayer,. She girds herself to make the day to God’s own ends. Her lively heart, endued with virtue from on high,. Ascends the heights of humble service He commends. Deft hands and strong, a nimble mind, courageous will. Then bend and beautify hard tasks that fill the hours. Her life shines, full and sweet yet burdened by the toil. Larr; Previous post.
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Ending. | this | liminality
https://kingdomstrider.wordpress.com/2012/06/17/ending
Life in the between…. Asymp; 2 Comments. I’m saying goodbye to this particular online space. It seems to me that the last words offered in an online space such as this should carry threads of the means of its ‘death’ and the hope of new life carried in that passing. In brief, then, I give you the means and the hope. From time to time it is simply. Necessity need not always be found in a list of reasons or intelligent rationale. It can simply be. For me, it was. And so there is an ending. June 18, 2012 at...
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https://kingdomstrider.wordpress.com/2012/03/28/1439
Life in the between…. Asymp; Leave a comment. A poem from my friend Rob, who is in my thoughts and prayers today. Faced with the disturbing reality that, to end the painful, troubled life of the family dog is somehow still better than watching a once remarkable animal descend into incontinent, sorrowful chaos, to wit. There was this dog. Sullen cries, all joy despise. When blind even All-Seeing eyes. There was this dog. Turbid seas, invited see. What men in better times might be. There was this dog.
