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{ This Advent, We Mourn }

23 Dec, 2014

Our streets tremble these days. They quake with so much wrong and woe. How can we think of green garlands and twinkle lights, or send carolers out…

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{ I am the betrayer }

13 Dec, 2014

Often times personal lament and confession overlap. There are moments we see ourselves amid the ashes and we complain, confess, speak out our part in the wrongness…

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some to comfort

01 Dec, 2014

Everyone wants to deck the halls with blaring reds and shining silvers, eager to rush into celebration. We love the Christmas music, old and new, the blow-out…

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{ Red Letter Christians: Adoption Lament }

25 Nov, 2014

“What was her name?” my daughter asks. “Did anyone save a picture of her?” “Do you know where her house is so I can see where she…

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all the saints

01 Nov, 2014

Halloween is a night of pseudo ghouls, ghosts and goblins. I turn off the light on the porch to signal there’s no candy on offer, no costume-clad…

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brown boy walking

09 Oct, 2014

He was walking to school in the morning air, right before the sun warmed away the chill. Backpack slung over one shoulder, dangling as he shuffled in…

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the scars of our sons

20 Aug, 2014

My son is dead on the street. A part of me lay dead, too. The whole of me crumples over with the weight of ‘Why?’ I look…

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