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8 mins read|02/04/14One day I walked about that place I had tried to make home. I realized it was a prison cell of my own devising.
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5 mins read|06/27/13I was full of pain and empty of speech, babbling like a baby who knows he hurts but can’t explain where or why or what he needs to assuage the anguish. Here was the sheer helplessness of being unable to communicate with God in this moment of deepest desperation.
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2 mins read|04/11/13Let him feel the heft of stone cradled in his palm, and consider the gravity of guilt cast upon the hypocrite.
