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what it boils down to is that i've been slacking off.  a two month lapse in writing is reprehensible and, unfortunately, typical.the urgent marches it's regiments of details down the streets making a show of it's tyranny, pulling it's drably painted phone call nukes behind litigation tanks driven by family budget sergeants.  when i pull myself from the parade, i've found that it has pounded my

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During a conversation this evening, I was reminded by a gracious brother, that I assume.  Though he didn't say as much, that is the core of the problem.Historically, it has been a trend in my life to establish a solid friendship with a boatload of respect shared between parties, common ideals and worldview (or not), etc.  What I mean is that it's not a casual acquaintance.  Once the friendship is

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I need to double check the schedule, but last I looked I'm scheduled to share a sermon on July 20th.It's been a while.  It's been a long while.  If this is going to work, I'll need an extra truckload of grace.One of the things that has been whispering to the tail region of my brain - the portion that doesn't get much attention unless it acts up or creates a grinding squeal of a ruckus that can't

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Crammed with packing, lifting and turning, working twelve hour days, negotiating, satisfying subpoenas, and sidling up to clients all buddy-buddy like, the last couple weeks have been nuts.But we're now in a new location, just down the street about a mile.Just two weeks before our move to a new apartment - a move about which we have been quite excited - a good friend told us of a place in their

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Back at school there was a group of us who observed an amusing trend among new students at the college - freshmanitis, we termed it, inflammation of the personality.  It was observed that, as students join the new community context, it was frequently the tendency to take whatever they "are" and become more of that.  Musicians painted their fingernails silver (where was the rule that said you

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when it's all said and done, we have very little idea what's actually going on.  he upsets the plans, re-organizes our closets without our permission, throws out our favorite recliner, gives us pabst blue ribbon instead of samuel smith's nut brown.  worse, he takes a child.we look up at him, squinting a little, brows tight, the corners of our mouths upturned as if to ask, "what?  really?"like

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like my son has been tap tap tapping against the inside of my wife, sometimes harder than others, making his presence known, my brain has been tap tap tapping on the inside of my skull, waiting patiently and not so for me to use it again.  like my son sometimes impatiently grows, very alive, very eager, my mind has been jumping to and fro.after a while it becomes difficult to ignore that scraping

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