Thin Religion

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Thin Religion In a week without the Word in few places I seek the Lord My prayers are found in food, though sometimes missing; they’re in an anxious sigh when in danger my foot is slipping; they’re in a tiny rock stuck in my eye; they’re in a half-hearted cry within, when lying down to rest All in all, they’re …

Fatigue

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The road rose up before us higher and higher as we approached the last steep climb of our bike ride. It was not only the last, but also the biggest. Fifteen miles later and then this climb. Why now? when we’re already tired! My legs started feeling real signs of fatigue which I hadn’t felt up until this point. I …

The Body

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I know some of the coolest people in the world! They are all different, but they are also all united as sons and daughters of God through Christ. I know shy ones who are often unnoticed and unpopular simply because they do not shout or let themselves get taken away by various social currents. Yet despite their shyness, their hearts are filled …

Hannah

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Hannah You know the answer to my despair My anxious longing, my gasp for air Yet without son, without child I choose Your way undefiled. To worship You—the greatest joy— So to Your service I employ The gift that I adore— He, the son I asked You for. By Timothy Berezhnoy “For this boy I prayed, and the Lord has …

Gold: An Explanation

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In the second installment to my series “Vanity and Value” I shared my poem Gold. If you haven’t read it, give it a read here and then come back to read this post. But before you read the explanation, try to think about the poem yourself. It’s good to consider for yourself what something means, before another tells you about it …

“How Are You?”

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Crying, Crying Little One

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Crying, crying little one,  crying due to all the things “they’ve” done to you in this cold cruel world Quiet down, O little one, else the gentleness of the breeze or the quiet, singing leaves you simply will not hear Learn to listen, O young one, or that elusive melody in which resounds reality will never become dear O my …

Dumbness

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I don’t always want to speak to the world—to society, crowds, the general public. Often the desire is to simply meet one person—you know, that special person—and steal away into the night. Or perhaps steal away and get lost in a city, a city where no one knows who you are, and no one cares to wonder what you are …