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8 mins read|03/12/14For who of us, at some point in our lives, has not watched with horror and grief as our own “sun” vanishes? You stand around a rectangular depression in the ground to watch a box of wood that cradles your beloved slowly lowered into the dark earth.
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9 mins read|02/24/14I think the chief reason that a faction within me welcomes the disintegration of the American ethos is this: it makes me feel so much better about myself. The smut makes me quite smug.
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5 mins read|02/21/14God must kill me. He’s got to slay me, put me six feet under, and shovel dirt atop my corpse. Then, it’s like, “Hey, I finally understand! You’re God and I’m not.
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11 mins read|02/19/14Why, given all the things we wish God had told us, but didn’t, does he “waste our time” by stating the patently obvious? Was there, in Moses’ day, an outbreak of violence against the disabled?
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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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15 mins read|01/21/14A cemetery is a hard place to confess because the cemetery itself seems to confess, “You, O mortal, have lost.”
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8 mins read|01/02/14If I had hated him even while a child, in his late teens I grew to loathe him as the very antithesis of the man I wanted to be.
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7 mins read|12/31/13“Let’s face it,” my mom once told me, while delivering a lecture on making the right moral decisions in high school, “sinning is fun.”
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6 mins read|12/19/13But when I let my mind go there, in truth all I’m doing is this: bellying up to the bar of sentimentality to drink my fill of falsehoods that leave me intoxicated with feelings of saintly superiority.
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10 mins read|12/10/13The details vary, of course, but we too struggle to repair the heart broken by the tragic death of someone we love. We're dazed, angry, speechless.
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4 mins read|10/25/13The reason is much simpler than that: to learn to pray, you must first die. The language of prayer is taught in the school of death.
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7 mins read|09/05/13For out of the mouths of these opposition forces, gathered on enemy turf, comes the defiant declaration of death’s undoing: “Christ is risen! He is risen, indeed!” An audacious act it is, to march smack dab into the middle of a place that screams, “Dead!” and to sing, “Alive!”
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