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“St. Paul… was not the first to speak of life as a battle, nor was he the last; but familiar and hackneyed as the metaphor has become, it is also true,” Frederick Buechner begins, in one chapter of The Magnificent…

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“I am a part-time novelist who happens also to be a part-time Christian because part of the time seems to be the most I can manage to live out my faith: Christian part of the time when certain things seem…

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A mole is in the garden. I am at the nursery buying flowers. It is Spring. Here are three poems to tickle the mind this morning… How A Thought Thinks By Kay Ryan A thought is dumb, without eyes, ears,…

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There are simply no words. Or rather – I haven’t found the right ones. Red and black ribbons have shown up on your mailboxes, in the colors of The Covenant School. They say to me “we grieve together.” They say…

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