Sandwiches And Saturdays

The Saturdays of my suburban youth while unremarkable in many ways were punctuated with familial terror, and good sandwiches. Terror because you just never knew how the day would unfold after the previous nights alcohol fueled fireworks, and good sandwiches…

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Circus Theology

The incessant red glow of the numbers on the digital alarm clock shouted, “it’s 2:00 am and I’m awake”! Slumber land eludes me as I tussle around the bed with a nagging moral question pervading what should be a deep,…

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Cranberry Dreams

The harsh beauty of Cape Cod brings forth many thoughts and inspirations, but dreaming about cranberries, and all things cranberry was a surprise to even me.  Had I subliminally noticed the cranberry bogs just inland from the desperately sandy coast?…

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For The Joy Of It

There is a definitive calling, that unmistakable voice drawing me close.  God beckons me, and willingly I go.  The yearning God has placed in me to use my gifts and abilities to reach people, through encouragement and hospitality, with a…

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The Lesser Evil

Choices are indicative of power, but what choice does a child have?  Really, what choice? If we are talking about a favorite toy, or applesauce versus Jell-O, then I agree there is a choice.  The choice I am referring to…

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Moment of Clarity

There’s a reflection on the screen of my iPad staring back at me.  Is it me or the other me?  Who is it that I see reflected?  I had a momentary bit of clarity earlier today as I drove around…

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What I Learned From My Mother

Mother’s Day was fast approaching, and my mother’s death was now years in my rear view mirror. Our local newspaper placed an ad for a story contest. The theme was something to the affect “what was the best lesson you…

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The Autumn of My Memories

The summer heat of Florida is unrelenting on this first day of September. As I sit in the manufactured cool of my office, I gaze across the room at the wall calendar hanging gingerly from a pushpin, too small to…

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My Brother’s Room

The door at the end of the hall was a passageway to another world.  Closed more often than not, shutting out all interlopers, and shutting in a teenage boy already withdrawn and at odds with authority, particularly parental authority.  After…

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Turning On The Gratitude Switch

Is it really that easy, just turn on the gratitude switch and the limitless possibilities of a life well lived supplants this relentless, gnawing anger and frustration that has cast it’s web over me the last few constricting days, years? …

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