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Mercy: Part 2

“…You are God, Ready to pardon, Gracious and merciful, Slow to anger, Abundant in kindness…”There are a lot of folds in the weaving of life, and when it comes down to it, the thread that can pull all of the fragility and beauty out of life is the (lack of the) thread of forgiveness (unforgiveness). A friend of mine named Richard (the Italian gadget man) used to say, “Hate is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.” Richard, who is now with the Lord, was a smart man, and while we never really connected on a really personal level, now he knows Jesus more than he ever even knew himself. Forgiveness is so [...]

By |2014-08-18T22:34:58+00:00July 20th, 2005|Uncategorized|

Mercy: Part 1

The rain is running down the windows of the house I’m staying in right now. A little after midnight, the only tones lingering are the reverberations of a settling house…or maybe it’s my heart that’s just slipping into a mode of sleepfullness that will strike soon before I'm aware (as it always does). Regardless, something is different tonight. It’s like there’s an eeriness that just rolls out its heart like the humidity outside that eventually grew so heavy that it had to burst open with rain. Maybe that’s what had me write tonight, or maybe it was something deeper...the Spirit within my spirit.Life moves in seasons. If it’s not one season it’s another, and if you’re [...]

By |2014-08-18T22:34:58+00:00July 18th, 2005|Uncategorized|

Memory Residue Season 1 Finale

Today is a season finale. I'm probably not going to do anything crazy like dress up in a funky costume (however, I am wearing khakis instead of jeans today). When I walked outside today the sky was grey and overcast, which is quite OK with me because it also cooled things down. Other than that, nothing really extraordinary marked to day. It's a season finale day though. It's time. Now, don't get worried, I'm going to continue blogging and imparting my brokenness, deep thoughts and dry humor to the masses; but I'm going to take what I have now, bind it into a book and make it available. I'm not doing this to make money, I'm [...]

By |2014-08-18T22:34:59+00:00June 28th, 2005|Uncategorized|

Navajo Sunset: Remembering to Remember Part 8

The cold nipped at my nose and lips as I peaked my head out of my sleeping bag. I laid there for a good 10 minutes watching my breath form from the chilled morning air. Unzipping my bag I slipped into my 2nd day jeans and went out to the port-a-potty outside. As I stepped out of the trailer the sun was fighting its way over the mesas as a fog formed over the valley, partly from the rapidly changing morning climate, and the other part from the wood stoves that were already burning hot all over the valley. The sporadic sounds of sheep and goats blended with the sheep dogs in my groggy state as [...]

By |2014-09-02T01:11:09+00:00June 27th, 2005|Memoirs|
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