• Twirling in a New Year: 2018

    Twirling in a New Year: 2018

        I love new things, don't you? New socks. New mascara. New sheets. New towels. New shoes. New books. New friends. I mean I love old things, too. Old jeans. Old boots. Old photos. Old jewelry. Old books. Old friends. There's just something comforting[..]
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  • Finding God in Unexpected Places

    Finding God in Unexpected Places

      If 2017 taught me anything, it taught me to be thankful that life's journey brought me to Oregon. My relationship with Oregon has been awkward at times, leaving me feeling mostly like an outsider, the immigrant in a land of immigrants. Oregon has changed[..]
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  • Restoring the Stolen Jesus

    Restoring the Stolen Jesus

      Several years ago I visited a community in North Carolina that had two churches of the same denomination directly across an alley from one another. The exact same denomination. Two different churches. In a very small community. I don't know the history of what[..]
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  • A Hero’s Journey

    A Hero’s Journey

      They call it the Hero's Journey, this theory of storytelling taught in high-dollar workshops for writers and those longing to become one. It's the notion that every story follows the same general pattern: Person confronted with a quest/challenge. Person accepts challenge, faces overwhelming odds,[..]
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  • Don’t call me a Christian anymore

    Don’t call me a Christian anymore

    I made a run out to the landfill this morning. I’ve made the trip at least half-a-dozen times over the past couple of weeks as I’ve unpacked. This city doesn’t do cardboard recycle bins like our former city does. That’s because every home has its[..]
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  • Face-to-Face with God

    Face-to-Face with God

    [caption id="attachment_3753" align="aligncenter" width="940"] There is no better moving crew than Mormons. This group turned out to move us out of old home. The guys in suits served as cheerleaders.[/caption] We got moved. Sort of. All our stuff is pushed back against the walls of[..]
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  • Turning the Page

    Turning the Page

    When we first moved to Hermiston, Oregon,  the neighborhood didn't have any mature trees or shrubs, pheasants and quails nested in the field behind the house. There were several empty lots waiting for owners to pick out house plans. The stop sign in front of[..]
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  • God’s One Last Nerve

    God’s One Last Nerve

    Mama loved Charlie Rose. She'd come in from work, grab herself a bite to eat, kick off her shoes, and curl her legs up in her comfy chair. She'd pull that ashtray closer as she flipped the remote to Rose. Rose was her routine indulgence.[..]
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  • Bragging Rights to Predatory Abuses

    Bragging Rights to Predatory Abuses

      Tim stopped by the front office where he works last week and apologized to all the women there on behalf of all the wrongs men have perpetuated, continue to perpetuate, against women. It wasn't a planned apology. It was spontaneous and heartfelt. As the[..]
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