No story. No memory. No watermelons or tomatoes. No metaphors treading in spiritual time. Today, I want to remind myself and readers of a singular gospel truth. I want to allow God’s power and provision to rest in my soul and give me peace. I want you to allow and remember it, too. “And He […]
Routine is the habit of the mindless, the unthinking, rapid perceptions symptomatic of an unintentional life. And don’t we too often treat God in like manner? If we stopped our mindlessness or were stopped, the question lingering and waiting for our attention is, “To whom and what do we give ourselves?; To whom do we
And now, I ask myself, “Why are black-eyed peas always served with pork?” Maybe it’s a Southern tradition or as regional as red beans and rice. Perhaps food, like language, has its own sort of culinary dialect. Maybe tradition, our sense of how to order things, is a human construct offering a feigned security we
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Navigating through this crowded room called the present, I flip through the photographs of my memory when I perceived a better time. Evoking a past when not so much of life’s intrusions had yet to challenge me, a bit of jealousy comes over me wishing to reclaim those days. But we know life is not
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