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You Are Seen

I don’t approach women who are homeless. Women tend to be less friendly, as though constantly on high-alert, defending themselves. And I don’t want to spook anyone. This woman was different. She approached me. I was about to pump gas. She shyly asked for change. I said I didn’t have any but I’d fill her can. She said, “Thank you, sir.” Her can lacked the nozzle she would need to pour the gas. I…

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The Game He's Playing Now

I heard the bat hit his skull, not ten feet behind me. The ambulance was there in minutes, and our star pitcher . . . carried away. I didn’t hate the kid who’d hit him, but I had no reason to like him now. Everybody knew where not to stand when warming up your swing if you were on deck. And the coach had just reminded him. Dufus. And there he stood, at the edge of the dugout bench, like he still…

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Supes Can't Fly

When I was a kid, Christopher Reeves was Superman. My dad tried showing me old black and white TV shows of Superman, but it just wasn’t the same. I already knew what Superman looked like, and it Christopher Reeves. Years later, I bought the comic book in which Superman dies. I liked the art, mostly. The color was off on one page. Couldn’t believe they’d made that mistake on such an important…

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Like Father Like Son

The first time I took my son camping he was still young enough to be taking naps. I came home from work, snuck into his room, and gently tousled his shaggy blonde hair. “Hey, pal. Wake up. I want to show you something. Get your shoes on.” On the way, I grabbed his pillow. Outside, I had packed up our Honda Element. We had blankets, a cooler full of hot dogs and soda, bags of chips, pretzels,…

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No Shirt

Everywhere, the summer grass is crunchy underfoot and the air tastes like smoke from the forest fires. I’m parallel parking outside the Mexican food store when I see this nearly naked dude carrying a big white bucket. In my cup holder sits a granola bar, still in its plastic, with a five dollar bill wrapped around it. The money hasn’t been there long. Less than ten minutes? I was just at the…

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Why, Dad?

“Dad, why do you only draw homeless people?” my daughter asks me. “You don’t draw anything happy. It’s just ‘sad’ all the time.” “Well . . . ” I start to answer, then stop. I don’t tell her about Lars being gone and how hard that was, strange as it was, to drive by his spot on the side of the road day after day on the way to work . . . And then, one day, to realize I’d stopped thinking about him,…

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He's Gone

He’s Gone

I don’t talk a lot, socially speaking. Neither did Lars. So we’d just sit there. Cars and trucks passed. Bikes rolled by. The breeze might move the leaves of the scraggly bushes or thin branches of the young trees trying to grow up in the little patch of square dirt hemmed in by the sidewalk concrete, but most of the time there was no breeze. No true breeze. Just wind moved by humans racing past…

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Tho the Darkness, Enter In

Tho the Darkness, Enter In

Anymore, it’s a habit. When the words to the worship songs appear on the Sunday morning screen, I don’t sing them. I used to. But anymore, it’s really rare if I do. I suppose I used to sing when I was a kid sitting with my parents. I used to have a little plaid, pastel suit jacket I wore too. When I became an early teen and sat with my buddies in the back row, we sang all right. Falsetto. Our…

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C.S. Lewis on Prayer

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Pizza Prayer Person

Pizza Reality One It could have not been awkward, but it is. My wife and have returned to New York, to the church I grew up in, as visiting guest speakers because once upon a time we were missionaries so we must have stories to tell, and also because, why not? Leadership likes us. And we might as well run the youth event on Friday afternoon and into the evening. The church also runs a private…

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Jesus as Poetry

We’ve heard it, read it, know it. But when I put Jesus’ words into poetic form, His artistry makes the words feel alive to me. I just keep looking at it. All the parallels jump out at me. The word “abides” sits in the center, surrounded by Jesus and us. I could go on, but I might interrupt how Jesus is speaking to you. What’s He saying?  

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Foreshadowing in the Bible Video

Foreshadowing in the Bible Video

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Foreshadowing in the MCU

Foreshadowing in the MCU

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2 Verses To Peace

2 Verses To Peace

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In Christ, I am God’s friend

In Christ, I am God’s friend

Jesus says, “I’m changing your status with God. It’s not service without knowledge anymore, without seeing the big picture or understanding the details. Now you’re in Our confidence. You are Our friends.” Does God say this about the cherubim? Angels? Archangels? No. We are humble creatures. We have could not have named God our friend. But He has named us. And He wants to tell us what He’s doing…

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Here’s a thought: as true as the Bible is in what it says about Jesus, it is just as true in what it says about us. It is no less true for us. The Bible simply tells the truth. Jesus is God’s Son. In believing–not just acknowledging as fact, but believing–we are given a right. Actually, not “a” right but “the right”. It is a singular right. “The right”. To be, to become, to be called children of…

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