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all i want for christmas is…US
Just a few days ago a 90-year-old man was arrested in Ft. Lauderdale, FL for openly serving some vital vittles to the city’s homeless community. 90 years old! If you watch the video you’ll see that he can’t even stand up straight or keep his hands from the perpetual old-guy shake and they arrested him. Because it’s against the law in Ft. L to feed the homeless in public and I’m asking you this literal question now: Has there ever…
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for the dreamers + an original art piece giveaway!
It was dark o’clock in the morning and the atmosphere in our bedroom tasted like frost on the colonial-old and cold windowpanes and a glance through the glass from the heat of our bed revealed a fresh coat of snow covering the sidewalks and streets in inches of crystallized white. This is a story from last January, but I still remember the rise and fall and rhythm of the narrative as if I’m living it today: The dawn is rising…
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if oprah asked me
“The Life You Want Weekend” is hopping around and happening in various cities across our country right now–from Atlanta to Detroit to D.C., with several locations in between and before–what I imagine will be–a climatic finish in San Jose, California. This arena-sized event is produced and presented by Oprah Winfrey and from what I can discern through the promotional material, she designed this grandscale tour with the intention and hope of empowering the attendees with enough inspirational boost to go…
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sinking deep into “what i want”
It’s still dark and 48 degrees outside when Austin and I roll off the flesh-warmed mattress and take our less than fully awake bodies downstairs. He starts a fire in the fireplace and I put on the kettle to boil water for his coffee and my tea. This is how we start every day--just him and me and the quiet and our cups and books and litanies and shared space; soul to soul and what a gift to make enough…
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where was somebody? (to Ferguson, with love)
{Photo credit :: Scott Olson} I was sitting cross-legged and so relaxed in the cracked leather chair at my favorite cafe on Orange Street, sharing lunch and meaningful life with a good good girl friend. We were talking of triumph and struggles and cosmic Love and every now and again between the sentences being spilled from our souls, I would shift my neck; take turns looking full in her wonderful face and looking out the window glass and watching the…
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atlas girl + giveaway!
Well, honk my hooters! This here be my first giveaway ever!!! On second thought...maybe let's not honk my hooters. Just thinking about honks and hooters is giving this girl flashbacks from 1999 and my teenage trip to India. Said flashbacks are happening because of that one time I went to visit Mother Teresa's home for the mentally ill and chose to be the MOST excited member of our missional team. Which means: I had to be the FIRST person to…
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#scotus and other stuff
I wrote this status update on my Facebook wall last week: I've been getting up at 4am every morning so I can get THE BOOK done before the end of Sept. Which means that I don't have a social life and I go to bed before your mom's mom's mom's great-great-grandmother who's dead times infinity plus calculus. What?!?! I'M SO TIRED I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING WHICH MUST BE WHY I'M YELLING IN CAPS! Send prayers and pixie…
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i won’t guard my nothing
I don’t know where he sleeps when it’s been raining and his bed is awfully wet, but every other morning when I’m out taking my daily constitutional along the river I see him curled horizontal-style on the park bench with his [supposedly] second-hand boots hanging sideways off the edge and his shabby jacket pulled up to the crown of his unkempt head. I wish I could see his face uncovered because I know he’s an Image-bearer whether he believes it…
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be in the world, but not of it
{Image by Janine via Flickr “Be in the world, but not of it”, they said and as a little girl I always thought this decree translated into an external exhibition of holier than thee and holier than thou and holier than you too. Somewhere and somehow along the way, I perceived from my faith tradition that looking the flawless part was most important so the world would see how good we all are, then the great lost THEY would come…
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