Being part of a spiritual community brings with it so very many blessings. Having relocated to Franklin, Tennessee to be part of the GRACEPOINTE Community, we get to experience the most incredible music and worship on a weekly basis. Our…
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It is with a prayerful and grateful heart that I approach the page today, my soul casting an endless shadow amidst the bright lights of this Christmas season. My former downtrodden state of being would crowd out the creative spirit,…
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The weather is teasing us, toying with our seasonal emotions. Crisp days of early October in Tennessee, have returned to the heat of summer temperatures. This story was written several years ago on an unbearably hot September day in Southwest…
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At the behest of some friends, we gathered our overnight bags and headed for a cabin in the woods. A brief overnight stay at the Davey Crockett Campground in the East Tennessee hills sounded wonderful. The anticipation that flooded my…
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My new hometown is in the middle of the “Bible Belt”, but unfortunately our pants are still falling down, caused by a theology that separates rather than welcomes and upholds. Not only are we in the Bible belt, but we…
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The lights flashed on the police cruiser and instantly I was snagged, but I didn’t fear for my life. On a lovely late summer day, not quite fall and yet the excitement for warm sweaters, gorgeous colors, and fields of…
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My destiny was set that spring day, or so it seemed. The pomp and circumstance signaling the spectacle of accomplishment left me tearfully on the sidelines. The Trenton State College Class of 1979 marched triumphantly on the football field toward…
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Change is coming, you can feel it. The crisp morning air washed over me as I walked to the front gate to retrieve the Tennessean yesterday morning. Perhaps a false alarm, as the ensuing days dripped with humidity and the…
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The cold stone floor, exposed brick walls, and the aroma of freshly brewing coffee are my literary backdrop this morning. I am working on a story about the symphony, and my emotional attachment to music. Venturing out to my favorite…
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The hipster coffee place is usually perfumed with the scent of coffee beans roasted dark, and ground into submission, their effusive presence hanging in the air. But today I smell a crisp, cold beer, the scent of golden hops ushering…
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