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Christianity, culture, lament, and what happens after sure faith. I believe that God created the world and the universe and all within and beyond it God is Mother, Father, Waymaker, Guardian, Friend. God designed us in their own image and made us of. I wanted to join InterVarsity when I was in college.
I wanted to stay, to affect change, to help heal the wounds I saw bleeding out all around me. I wanted to be part of the people of God, even with all our flaws. I wanted to remain, stay rooted, belong. There are those who have yet to leave.
The girl I once was is the daughter of a fiery Polish woman. That girl arrived at each ballet recital, band practice and volleyball game with her head held high and left the same way because that is what she was taught. She was wild at heart and asked too many questions.
Coming Out of the Evangelical Closet. I run with a lot of free thinkers and I forget what a lot of you are going through in your churches. But the recent, ridiculous Gungor flap has brought it all. Taking Responsibility for Inherited Prejudice. Talking Feminism with Stephanie Drury.
Recrafting the channels of the past to shape the future. I sat in shock, the words registering fully and yet still beyond belief. No questions asked, no attempts to mediate the situation. Simply pain and anger transmitted over hundreds of miles through the phone. My father had just kicked me out. A few hours later, I had my trial account set up and was happily considering whether or not to purchase the membership.
Facing Mid-Life With Eyes Wide Open. A Little Bit of Me. Or perhaps it simply strikes me that it would be so much more cathartic to get it down on paper. And this family is practically. Is, and covertly implies that if one has sex outside the boundaries .
Saturday, May 7, 2011. Of course it was more subtle and less ext.
Tida kommer løpende og løpende. På det som skal passere. Av syn og hørsel, smaker og dufter. Av musikk som skal forsvinne. Og regnværet som skal stoppe. Og gardinene som skal trekkes fra. Jeg tar heisen oppover og oppover. De har navnelapp og tall på dørene. Og de besøkende bare går og går. Jeg lurer på hvordan den så ut. Når du tenkte på den.
Every winter, my family spends a long weekend in a lodge in the Northwoods of Wisconsin with a group of old family friends. This poem hangs in the lodge, and touches me anew every year. A few thoughts for the end of another year. Thanks, Robert Frost by David Ray Do you have hope for the future? For a lost friend.
I have a confession to make. So how did I get there? Take for example the sit-ins and prayer vigils he .