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Spirit & Flesh: Confessions of a Baby-Catcher: December 2010
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Spirit and Flesh: Confessions of a Baby-Catcher. Cap and gown on, waiting in line for convocation. Nervous, sweating a little, I open the folder to look at the parchment. There it is, in permanent ink below my full name: Doctor of Medicine. The same thought washed over me as it did on the first day of medical school. There must have been some sort of mistake. How on earth did this happen? This is my attempt to recognize humanity in all its grittiness, both my own and that of the people I interact with.
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Spirit & Flesh: Confessions of a Baby-Catcher: February 2011
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Spirit and Flesh: Confessions of a Baby-Catcher. Cap and gown on, waiting in line for convocation. Nervous, sweating a little, I open the folder to look at the parchment. There it is, in permanent ink below my full name: Doctor of Medicine. The same thought washed over me as it did on the first day of medical school. There must have been some sort of mistake. How on earth did this happen? This is my attempt to recognize humanity in all its grittiness, both my own and that of the people I interact with.
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Spirit & Flesh: Confessions of a Baby-Catcher: August 2011
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Spirit and Flesh: Confessions of a Baby-Catcher. Cap and gown on, waiting in line for convocation. Nervous, sweating a little, I open the folder to look at the parchment. There it is, in permanent ink below my full name: Doctor of Medicine. The same thought washed over me as it did on the first day of medical school. There must have been some sort of mistake. How on earth did this happen? This is my attempt to recognize humanity in all its grittiness, both my own and that of the people I interact with.
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Spirit & Flesh: Confessions of a Baby-Catcher: Tanzanian Nostalgia
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Spirit and Flesh: Confessions of a Baby-Catcher. Cap and gown on, waiting in line for convocation. Nervous, sweating a little, I open the folder to look at the parchment. There it is, in permanent ink below my full name: Doctor of Medicine. The same thought washed over me as it did on the first day of medical school. There must have been some sort of mistake. How on earth did this happen? This is my attempt to recognize humanity in all its grittiness, both my own and that of the people I interact with.
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Better Than Television: January 2006
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Tuesday, January 31, 2006. Doctor How Dare You! This past week I have heard the stories of two very different pregnant women, their very different experiences with physicians and similar indignation with the way they were treated. The first story I came across while reading an article. How dare anyone tell me what I can do with my body, my life. How dare anyone tell me I should submit to their preconceived ideas of how a woman should think and feel, decide and act, live and breathe. How dare they. 1) The...
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Better Than Television: December 2005
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Thursday, December 29, 2005. On Men and Soldiers and Mr. Firestone. Over the Christmas holidays I’ve had the opportunity to do some reading. I’ve been struck by the disparity of nobility between the men and warriors described in the various times and cultures I’ve been reading about. These authors describe some wonderful examples of manhood as well as some to be pitied or loathed. The heroes of Henryk Sienkiewicz’s Trilogy. Are models of what it means for a man to be a warrior poet . It was sad to consid...
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Better Than Television: July 2006
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Thursday, July 20, 2006. The paper is full of stories of people dying this week. The war between Lebanon and Israel is killing thousands of innocent people needlessly. What is worth dying for? What is worth this dying thing. A philosopher might say its the price we pay for the privilege of life. That doesn't cut it. The biblical cliche is what Paul says in Philippians 1:20-21:. Alive, I'm Christ's messenger; dead, I'm his bounty. Life versus even more life! Posted by Luke at 7:24 AM. Calgary, AB, Canada.
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Better Than Television: February 2006
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006. I got to thinking though that it may not really matter which was which becasue no matter how isolated and marginalized people are there is something that makes us all feel more secure if we have the power to marginalize others. Even my friend staying at the care facility, who I would consider to be very marginalized by our culture, was guilty to some degree of marginalizing her roommate. Posted by Luke at 8:38 PM. What do I spend my evenings doing? Calgary, AB, Canada.
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Better Than Television: August 2006
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Thursday, August 17, 2006. This is on Dick Staub's blog (Center for Faith and Culture link on the side bar). Did you ever venture out on a limb high above the groundno safety net below, only to suspect that the faint sound you hear is the sawing off of the branch behind you? Did you ever hear God say, Follow Me arriving where he leads only to ask, What in the heck am I doing HERE? Did you ever consider if mortals in those good old days thought those saints were mad, delusional, mentally unraveled? The an...
