Falling down on the Slip-N-Slide
Sitting alone in class with twenty kids, he saw it. A vision. The path wasn’t clear – it rarely is – but the destination was certain.
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Everything I’ve written. Well, everything I can find. In no particular order. No sorting. Who knows what you’ll find? I’m still digging through elementary school boxes…there is a lot here…
If you’re looking for something specific, do a search at the top right of the sidebar. Or – my method – pour a cup of coffee and lean back and read for a day…
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TBI Tuesday – Weirdness, a letter, my accident and recovery
I have no explanation for any of this. I don’t know if it’s real or if I’ve been eating rotten food that plays havoc with my dreams.
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A catch of for a missed schedule…Crumb – Bible things…
Another crumb falls from the table…
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A recommendation for white American Christians…
I offer this today in lieu of my normal Sunday Lesson. Food for thought… Tony Evans and Kingdom Race Theology If you are white, American, and Christian, and if you think and wonder about things, then you’ve thought and wondered about race and gender. If you are anything like me, you’ve wondered about glacier mice, too,
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Wow. Recommendation if you have time and are in South Carolina
A long drive… It’s a long-ish drive from Charleston southwest to John’s Island to visit this gorgeous tree. Experts argue it is the largest live oak known and say it is five hundred years old. The surrounding woods are dense and dark, with Spanish Moss hanging like fog. I looked out for bodies. Getting there
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Way back when America was great and I heated my home with a wood-fired stove, I attended a First Baptist Church in the middle of town. This was in the South, of course, and was of the Southern Baptist ilk, steeple and all. It was a first for me, but my wife was Baptist through