Tag: peace

  • The Gift of Time

    The Gift of Time

    Opening the dusty jewelry box, I pulled out the gold timepiece given to me on that long-ago Saturday in 1974, the day I graduated from Columbus High. The watch isn't as brilliant as it was that day. It's face-covering has clouded over - or it[..]
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  • Push Back with Jimmie Moomaw #PeopleoftheResistance

    Push Back with Jimmie Moomaw #PeopleoftheResistance

    Editor’s Note: This is the second installment in a series of interviews I’m conducting with people across the country. This is an effort to get to know the stories of the people whose status updates I see on Facebook.  It is the discovery of how[..]
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  • A Note from David

    A Note from David

      Don't bother your head with braggarts Or wish you could succeed like the wicked. In no time they'll shrivel like grass clippings and wilt like cut flowers in the sun. Get insurance with God and do a good deed, settle down and stick to[..]
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  • On Golden Pond

    On Golden Pond

    Boats were out early on the big water. Bleary-eyed fisherman casting hopeful lines into the silver depths of the Columbia. "That's where my Swede would be," my girlfriend said as I made a right-hand turn onto the bridge connecting Oregon to Washington. She blew a[..]
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  • Masters of Outrage

    Masters of Outrage

      It's not that words have failed me. It's just that silence seems a more fitting response to the news that has bombarded us, all of us, over the past several weeks. Outrage is our go-to response. I confess that it has been too often[..]
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  • Pray for Peace

    Pray for Peace

        I spoke with a soldier friend of mine today. He's an active-duty soldier who has served several tours of duty in Iraq. He is also somebody who grew up in war-torn Sudan. He remembers when he was a child how his homeland was[..]
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  • Evangelical Hocus-Pocus

    Evangelical Hocus-Pocus

      I was slain in the spirit once. Splayed out. Laid flat. Old-fashioned revival time all out slain and down for the count. I know, right? Me. A journalist. Laying there on my back at the altar of God, staring at the lights of that[..]
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