I live in the shadows, the shaded remembrances of my past, persistent guideposts and framers of the person I was, who I became and still to be. These shadows have names like Daniel, Mom, Dad, Buck, the “Elite,” Pat Majors and Jack Willis. There are places, too – a house on Rockmont Road, a bend […]
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“But they shook off the dust from their feet against them and came to Iconium. And the disciples were filled with joy and with the Holy Spirit” (Acts 13: 51,52). Spring is peeking from under winter’s blanket, attempting to wake and greet its season. Sometimes it reminds me of me. It just doesn’t want to
I’ve heard it called the Easter story. To do so, I think, relegates it to a place and a time and a past, sets it apart as though it lived outside of us, separate from us. But isn’t separation, a rather willed independence, our first sin? And isn’t our will, when it relegates, an act
“I long to see you that I may impart to you some spiritual gift to make you strong – that is, that you and I may be mutually encouraged by each other’s faith” (Romans 1:11-12). I don’t know where or when it began, maybe Orangeburg or before. Perhaps it was my buddies inviting me to
