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Has someone else ever been in your head? Someone that doesn’t deserve to be there? Someone not authorized, or so you think, to have a no-cost lot in your head? As I’ve gone through my emails and all my subscriptions lately, I’ve been thinking about this. Who have I authorized to be in my inbox?…

Sometimes, even when things are good, you’re relieved when they’re over. The relief isn’t so much from the fact that you didn’t want to do it or that you’re even having a bad time doing it. It’s just a simple lessening of your day-to-day burden. I’ll take a few days to relax. Figure out what’s…

I keep thinking about yesterday’s post, how we smell like Jesus. Today, while I was searching for what to use on this post I stumbled across a blog post on The Gospel Coalition website. It is called The Spiritual Significance of Smell. You should hop over there and read it. I was a little skeptical.…

I’ve looked forward to it from the time I received the text from my friend, Kay: We’re having a pool party this weekend. I think I said yes almost immediately. It’s been a long, hot, humid week. A year-long commitment is coming to an end, and the relief I feel at handing over the reins…

Several year’s ago, I took and participated in Lay Speaking classes at my church. (Remind me tell you about my 90-year-old friend Frank, who took some of the courses with me.) I thought I’d {re}share this liturgy with you today. Personal Liturgy (The background) Last Saturday, I got up earlier than usual to make my…

Reckon. We said it in Oklahoma. “I reckon I’ll go visit my relatives.” “I reckon I’ll go to the grocery store.” We reckon again and again. As I was counting up the days of my writing for this blog, I reckoned that I was about halfway through the year. In reality, I’m more than halfway…

One of the parables that Jonathan Merritt turned on its head was the story of the lost sheep and the lost coin. Learning to Speak God from Scratch taught me to think differently about the term “lost.” Like Merritt, in most of the retellings I’ve heard the responsibility of the sheep’s and the coin’s lost…

Re-spoon is a totally made up word. And, since re-stir is also of questionable origin we’re stuck with what I can make up today. Keck and I frequent a restaurant in which only one spoon is placed in one of the place settings rolled in a linen napkin. Like playing Russian Roulette, you never know…